Mason - Chapter 30 (Patreon)

It was almost the weekend, but before Mason could have his break from being unemployed, he first had to join Nicole on a trip to work for the day. He hadn’t remembered, though, so he was fully asleep by the time she tapped her finger on the roof of his log cabin to wake him up. “Come on Mason, you gotta get up,” she said. “We’ve gotta leave in 45 minutes.”

He awoke in his bed, startled, but then slowly remembering his deal with her from the day before. “I don’t need that much time to eat and get dressed,” he groaned, readjusting himself in bed to try and catch another 15 minutes.

“No you don’t, but I know it’s gonna take that long for you anyways.” He didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes closed and hoping she’d just let him be anyways, but another few taps on his roof made it clear she hadn’t gone anywhere. “So are you gonna get up then?” she asked, more of a command than a question.

“Fine,” he grumbled, sitting up slightly and sighing. He still didn’t want to actually get out of bed, but sometimes just sitting up would get his blood flowing a little bit. Plus he had some morning wood, where his hand snaked down to slowly itch before turning into a gradual rub.

“I didn’t hear a ‘yes ma’am’,” Nicole replied, seconds before his bedroom, along with the rest of his house, suddenly went completely dark, and a giant eye swung into view right outside of his window. It adjusting to his small scale very quick, and caught sight of Mason rubbing at his dick before he had thrown his covers over himself.

“HEY, what the fuck?!” he yelled, hearing her gasp slightly before standing back up.

Seeing Mason without any clothes on was a bit of a shock. Even at only 3 inches, he was clearly a man; his dick seemed to be (relatively) considerably larger than most men’s. What came next for Nicole was a dirty notion, belonging to that genre of thought that everyone has but nobody admits to. A taboo idea that she spent longer trying to erase from her head than it had taken to conceptualize. A sexually charged mental picture that any one in her position should be ashamed to associate with Mason, especially after having just seen his penis for the first time. She thought, Oh, what a waste, and then immediately blurted out “Sorry,” which Mason assumed was because she’d caught him masturbating, not knowing that it was because Nicole considered it unfortunate that such a big dick belonged to such a small body.

She’d been lost in thought, resurfacing when she felt Mason lightly kick her toe to get her attention. He was dressed now—not for a work environment, but no longer naked at least—and was standing down at her feet staring up at her. “What do you mean we’re leaving in 45 minutes?” he asked once he saw he’d caught her attention. “I thought I was grounded.”

“You are,” she said, “but that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of coming to work with me.” She took a step back and squatted down, her tan thighs bulging against her purple silky pajama shorts as she lowered her palm for Mason to climb on. He groaned again, but climbed onto her fingers obediently, before she lifted him back up. Nicole tended to hold her hand around chest height, since that was what felt natural, but she was wearing a tank top at the moment. Even though it didn’t show much cleavage, she was now hyper-aware of her sexuality after seeing him naked, and wondered if her jiggling breasts had ever posed a “problem” to Mason for any of the thousands of times she’d carried him near them.

“I’ll make breakfast,” she told him after reaching the bathroom, where she set him down on the counter near his mini shower. “Get dressed after your shower, and then come to the kitchen afterwards so I can check your outfit.” He felt like he was a kid again, the way she laid out every step as if he couldn’t figure it out himself, but he just nodded and started the shower as she turned to go make breakfast.

Though he only took a few minutes, his timing could’ve improved, and he felt a pit in his stomach as he heard an uncaring, juvenile stomping headed his way as he was drying off in with the towel. He’d only just wrapped it around himself as Skye barged in without bothering to knock, and given the fact that her eyes had already been positioned right to where his shower was, he assumed she’d known he’d be in there already. Mason couldn’t help but quickly glance at her chest, where her nipples were very clearly poking through the t-shirt she was wearing, although he tried to hide his impropriety by nonchalantly scratching his head. “My turn,” was all she said, her hands on her hips as she stared at him, as if expecting him to either jump the hundred foot drop off the counter or poof into thin air.

He could tell it wasn’t a good time to argue with her, and he rubbed his hair towel even quicker than before. “Alright, I’m almost done, just gimme a—wait, hold on!” Before he’d even finished his sentence, she’d reached out and grabbed him by his leg, letting his body swivel upside down as she turned to drop him off in the hall. “What the hell, dude?” he yelled, and then right as he was just a few inches above the carpet, her fingers pinched the part of the towel in between his legs and let his naked body fall out onto the floor unceremoniously. She snorted with mocking contempt, glancing at his dick as soon as he went to cover himself with his hands. “Skye!” he shouted again, but she only snickered at Mason’s misfortune and blew him a kiss, before pivoting on her heel and kicking the bathroom door shut.

Cursing to himself, he hugged the wall on his way back to his room. Mikayla came out at some point to use the bathroom, and, remembering that he was naked, Mason froze, dearly hoping that Mikayla wouldn’t spot him. Upon hearing that she was already in the shower, Mikayla grunted, but turned back to head to her room, never noticing the 3-inch guy cowering on the side of the hallway. And thank God she didn’t, or she might’ve noticed his erection that slowly grew as she lazily sauntered by. “Jesus,” he muttered to himself, unable to believe what she was wearing in a house she knew others lived in. She’d ripped off the bottom half of a t-shirt that had once belonged to her ex and was oversized on her body, forming a kind of makeshift crop top that nearly had the dimensions of a sports bra but without any of the support. As a result, he was clearly able to see her boobs, and even caught sight of one of her nipples as he stared at her tits bouncing freely under her shirt, a risqué show seemingly just for him. Though his hand had traveled down to his dick to cover it, he stroked his shaft a few times once her back was to him, eyes darting down to her underwear. Her ass wasn’t any more modest, shamelessly gobbling up so much of her panties that it almost looked like she was wearing a thong, and she reached behind her to dig the middle part out of her crack with a slight shimmy of her hips, before letting it slap against her cheeks again right before reentering her room and closing the door. How am I supposed to not have impure thoughts? he seemed to challenge the universe as he hurried back to his room, wanting to take care of his business but knowing he probably wouldn’t have time.

“Oh good, I was just about to come get you,” Nicole told him by the time he’d found some nice clothes and made his way to the kitchen table. “You look very handsome, honey. I’m gonna go get ready.”

He thanked her for the breakfast and sat down at his miniature table setup to start eating, just as he heard Skye’s door slam shut and her familiar moody footfalls make their way to the kitchen. Can’t even go a minute without her interrupting, he thought, although he was only annoyed by her coming into the kitchen because he knew her well enough to expect her to fuck with him since Nicole was gone. Dressed for class in a spaghetti strap top and tight jeans, she had her AirPods in as she grabbed a piece of tupperware and loaded up some of the breakfast into it. Though he watched her at first, he quickly looked down to his own plate once she turned back around, and right as he was about to think that she’d actually left him alone, she swung her hips around right as she passed and aggressively bumped the table, enough to shake his own miniature setup and cause his chair, table, and plate to slide a little. The chair and table had nowhere to go on the vast expanse of the main kitchen table, but the plate careened off his own table and splattered to the wooden floor. “Seriously, fucking grow up already!” he responded, looking at her in awe of her immaturity. But with her music in, she hadn’t heard him, and kept walking towards the front door before leaving for school.

By the time Nicole came back in the kitchen almost 20 minutes later (during which Mason became increasingly convinced that he could’ve slept in a little longer after all), he was laying down at the edge of the table, visibly upset and annoyed that he’d only been able to eat a few bites of breakfast. Nicole was dressed in a pair of dress pants that seemed just a tad too tight-fitting for a professional environment, along with a white blouse that, from his lower vantage point, seemed egregious in how much cleavage it was showing off for the same professional environment. She was turned around now and pouring her coffee into her water bottle, positioned so that her butt was stationed just in front of him, and Mason recalled the other day when Mikayla’d done the same to him, albeit with more overt teasing.

Nicole turned around, holding out her palm expectantly, but when she saw him was laying down, she assumed he’d tried to go back to sleep and rolled her eyes with a sigh. Before he could get up himself, she plucked him up between her fingers and headed for the door.

~

Mason watched the Bayview facility roll by his window, longing for a return to the world seemingly built just for him, as Nicole pulled past the security gate to park at her reserved spot near the entrance to her office building. Along her walk inside the compound and through the halls of Tildus’ headquarters, Mason was surprised at how many tiny people he saw along the floor of the offices. They were common enough—all of them either driving open-air vehicles that resembled golf carts, or sticking with someone who was—that they even had their own designated lane along the sides of the hallways. Although plenty of the tiny people didn’t stick to them, and Mason watched with amazement as carts drove right on by Nicole as if she wasn’t some gargantuan beast who could easily squish the life out of them if they were a second too slow. She didn’t even watch where she walked, just expecting that the tinies would naturally make way for her.

“I didn’t realize so many tiny people worked in the offices,” Mason said, gazing over the side of Nicole’s palm like he was on the edge of a cliff.

“Well, it wouldn’t look good for the company if we worked to build tiny towns across the country but didn’t even employ tinies at our headquarters,” she responded. “There’s more tiny employees than normal ones, even in the offices, it’s just harder to tell. If we have time, I’ll take you to the second floor later, there’s a lot more there.”

They boarded an elevator, and Mason looked down to watch a handful of tinies standing next to Nicole, not even as tall as her heels, and yet entirely unfazed by the size difference. When they reached the top floor, the doors opened to reveal several more tinies waiting to get on, but they quickly got out of the way in time for Nicole to walk right on by without hesitating or looking to make sure the floor was clear.

“Good morning Ms. Jeffries,” a young man called from behind a desk, quickly getting up with a folder in hand and matching her pace as they walked to her office. “Here’s the second quarter term sheet for the Maddox contract.” The man glanced at Mason, but didn’t say anything to him, and held out the folder to the woman.

“Oh, thanks Luke,” Nicole said, looking between her left hand holding her coffee and her right hand holding Mason. “I really need some pockets with these pants,” she muttered, deciding to stick Mason into her cleavage so that she could grab the files. Normally he wasn’t too keen on Nicole relegating him to her boobs, as if they weren’t boobs and he wasn’t a young man, but it was even more embarrassing of a spot to be when he was in public like this. However, he also knew that arguing with her would be pointless.

The receptionist headed back to his desk as Nicole peered over the files, until a “Nicole?” coming from behind her caused her to quickly turn around (which jostled her breasts, sinking Mason even deeper, until most of his body was being squished by her.

“Oh, Denise!” Nicole exclaimed, a smile flashing on her face as she hurried over. “Are you in for the board meeting today? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Nicole’s friend didn’t even notice Mason (and it seemed as though Nicole herself had already forgotten where she’d stashed him), as the two old friends gave each other a close, firm hug. Although Denise was dressed more modestly than Nicole, Mason still found himself being assaulted on all sides by multiple pairs of breasts, which somehow caused him to get subtly pushed even deeper into Nicole’s cleavage. He called out for her, but his voice was lost between the two women talking to each other. He also felt like he was treading water, as he gasped for air between her tits and prayed that her smooth skin wouldn’t facilitate his body falling even deeper into her bosom before she could save him. Only after the two chatted for a few minutes and Nicole had finally reached her office did Mason decide he could finally speak up and get rescued.

“Can I come out now?” he meagerly asked, struggling some more, and Nicole looked down and realized where Mason was still waiting.

“Oh, sorry honey,” she apologized, picking him out and setting him down on her desk near some tiny-sized chairs that were positioned along the edge.

“You have tiny people come onto your desk?” he asked, not sure why he was surprised. There was even a miniature boardroom desk off to the side, though it didn’t get much use.

“Of course,” Nicole scoffed. “Having meetings by staring at the floor the whole time is a bit impractical.

“Oh. Right.” He sat down in one of the chairs, unsure of what he was gonna be doing for the next 8 hours. There’s no way she’d just make me sit here for the whole day, right? Nicole was focused on the papers that the receptionist had handed her, either unaware or uncaring of Mason’s impending boredom.

After not too long, a young woman knocked on Nicole’s open door as she entered, bringing another slew of paperwork over for Nicole to look over. “Morning Ms. Jeffries. Sorry, I didn’t see you come in, I was in the bathroom. But here’s the files that you texted me about last night.”

“If you were in the bathroom then you don’t need to apologize, I just got here 5 minutes ago,” Nicole replied, and the girl nodded, catching herself before she said sorry for apologizing. Taking the papers from her assistant, Nicole realized that Mason was sitting in front of the girl’s thigh, looking up at her, although he couldn’t see her face since her breasts were in the way. “Kimberly, remember what I said about standing too close to my desk?” The girl pursed her lips and took a step back, and then gasped when she realized she’d been blocking a tiny’s view of her.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” she told the tiny boy.

Nicole gestured between the two of them, “Mason, this is my assistant Kimberly. Kimberly, meet Mason.”

“Hey Mason, it’s great to finally meet you,” the cheery girl smiled, bending over and extending out her fingertip for Mason to shake. He nearly flinched, not used to strangers getting so close to him, but now that he could see her he was oddly surprised at how beautiful she was, with a flurry of freckles across her cheeks and vibrant red hair guarding her face. “I feel like I practically know you already, although you’re much cuter in person.”

“What do you mean?” Mason asked, shaking her hand and trying not to stare down her shirt.

“What do I mean that you’re cuter in person? Just being friendly,” she giggled, while Nicole watched the inexperienced 19 year old try to keep up with her assistant’s casual flirting. “I’m just kidding,” Kimberly continued, “I mean she talks about you and Skye and Mikayla a lot. Like, all the time. What brings you to visit us today?”

Before Mason could speak, Nicole answered for him. “I wanted him to see the kind of work I do and experience a typical work day since he’s never had a job.”

“Oh, that’s nice!” Kimberly replied, clasping her hands behind her back. “Want me to give you a tour of the building?”

Nicole could see where this was going, and she wasn’t sure yet how she felt about her assistant trying to get to know Mason better. For all her naivety, Kimberly was at least a harder worker than most of the people in the office, and Nicole didn’t need a potential girlfriend status messing with that. So she spoke up in his stead again, “Thanks, but I was gonna do just that after finishing up with the contracts that Jonathan gave me.”

“Okay then,” Kimberly smiled, standing back up. “Well it was nice meeting you Mason. If you need anything, I work right outside this office and can help you out with whatever.” She winked at him before turning to leave, and Mason watched her butt—as he did with all women—sway from side to side until she disappeared around the corner.

For a while afterwards, Mason just scrolled through TikTok on his phone, but eventually gazed out the large glass walls of the office to observe how the mixed size workplace functioned. “Do a lot of accidents happen here?” he suddenly asked, yawning and looking up at Nicole.

She stopped her work and looked down at him. “What do you mean?”

“Like, tiny people getting stepped on. Or any kind of injury that happens because they’re small.”

“Why would you think there’d be accidents?” she asked, although he couldn’t read her face to tell whether or not she was being defensive or just curious.

“I mean… you seem to walk down the hallway without looking down at every single step you take. What if someone couldn’t get out of the way in time, you’d step on them.”

Her features narrowed slightly, showing a hint of offense at what was practically an accusation. “I’ve just gotten used to tiny things running around the floor. Both here and at home. I don’t notice them anymore.”

“So have there been any accidents though?”

Now Nicole looked a little annoyed, but her tone remained diplomatic. “Yes, there have been a couple incidents, and they’ve always been rushed to the hospital right away. Never anything fatal though, everyone’s turned out okay.”

“How can that be okay?”

Nicole huffed and put down her pen, “Look, we have strict guidelines and rules in place specifically to prevent that sort of thing and keep tiny people safe. Plus, everyone is informed of the risks before they’re hired. And we pay our tiny employees very well, they have some of the best benefits of anyone their size.” After Mason didn’t respond for a few seconds, taking time to think about her reply, she changed the subject. “How’re things with you and Skye going, have you apologized to her yet?”

Mason took the bait and scoffed, “I’m not saying sorry until she does. What she did was worse.”

“Well one of you’s gonna have to be the bigger person, Mason.” But she already regretted her words and knew what he would say back before he did.

“Yeah, she should be. She is the bigger person, like literally, she’s way bigger and a huge pain in the ass. Like if you think about it, I’m technically a minority—” (at this, Nicole rolled her eyes) “—and she should do more to accommodate me. But even besides that, like… like just this morning, she bumped the table when she was getting her breakfast. And I know it wasn’t an accident, it was very clearly on purpose. And then all my food falls to the ground and I’m just supposed to be like, oh well. Cuz I can’t do anything to stop something like that, I have one percent of the options to try and fight back or get payback when she pulls something like that.” He could tell that Nicole, though sympathetic, wasn’t fully on his side. “I’m willing to bet that if I did try to apologize, she’d probably just sit on me and smother me halfway to death and pretend it was an accident.”

“Well whether or not you go first, you’re gonna have to apologize anyways. Since it was your prank, you were the one that started it, and you’re the older adult, I think you should apologize first Mason. Otherwise you’re gonna be grounded for awhile.”

“How can I even be grounded? I’m 19. I’m an adult.”

“Because you still live in my house, so you still have to follow my rules.”

He threw his arms up, “That doesn’t make any sense, I haven’t seen you ground Mikayla in years.”

“We’re not talking about Mikayla though, we’re talking about you, little man.”

Before Mason could continue arguing, the intercom buzzed—it was Kimberly, letting Nicole know that a “Mr. Taylor” was there, and that it was “urgent.”

Nicole sighed, “Send him in.” Heaving herself up from her seat, she walked around to the front of her desk as her assistant opened the door to let a tiny man into the office. He was wearing a pair of suspenders, with thick-rimmed glasses, and he nervously approached Nicole as she crossed her arms and stood at full height in front of him. “What can I do for you George?”

“Um, we have a serious problem, Ms. Jeffries, uh…” He glanced behind him, where Kimberly, not as steely but equally massive, was standing looking down at him too.

“This is your first week here George, and you’re already coming to me with a problem. Okay,” she sighed, “what’s going on then?”

Even more nervous now, George started rambling on about some kind of issue that some of the citizens had noticed with the artificial weather modules in Bayview, and how his supervisor hadn’t done anything about it, but the citizens kept bringing it up, and on and on. It was an issue, sure, although Nicole clearly didn’t think it was anything that he needed to interrupt her schedule with, but since he was new and didn’t know how to get to the point yet, she continued to listen albeit impatiently. She’d forgotten about Mason again, and as she took a step back to lean against the edge of her desk, her butt suddenly loomed towards Mason, and he scrambled back as her rear pushed some of the chairs away, including the one he’d just been sitting in. The chair closest to Nicole’s ass was swept up in her ballooning backside, and Mason heard it creak for a moment and bend before ultimately snapping under the oblivious woman’s weight.

“George,” Nicole interrupted, “I still don’t see why you came to me though. Can you get to the point?”

“Well there was, um, a bit of an altercation with some of the protestors on Tuesday, so now one of them’s filing a lawsuit against the company.”

Nicole scoffed, raising her voice, “What? How am I just now hearing about this?”

“We, I mean, they thought they took care of it, but now there’s, uh… like—”

“What exactly happened, George?”

“Well, security was trying to control the protestors, and things started to escalate, and then someone on the security team said he thought he saw one of the protestors pull a gun so he tackled the guy and accidentally broke his arm. So some of the other protestors tried intervening, so then they got tackled too, and one of them bumped their head on the concrete.”

“Jesus,” Nicole muttered, not out of sympathy for the protestors, but at the fact that nobody had told her until now. “So the protestor the guard tackled didn’t actually have a gun?”

“No ma’am, it was a camera tri-pod.”

“Dammit, George! You should have told me about this right after it happened so we could get ahead of it. The fact that the news apparently hasn’t picked it up yet is a miracle.” George flinched from her outburst, taking a tiny step back uneasily. “What was the guard’s name?” Nicole asked him.

“Hank Paloma.”

Nicole looked to Kimberly, still standing behind Hank; “Call his supervisor and tell him to gather everybody that was involved, and then head down there to pick everyone up and bring them here.” Her assistant quickly nodded and turned to leave, pulling out her work phone to look up who she needed to call in the company directory. She was almost at the elevators by the time she brought the phone up to her ear.

Nicole moved away from the desk and started pacing, licking her lips as she sometimes did when she was deep in thought. “How many people are pressing charges?” she asked George, who stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor with his hands in front of him, picking at his nails as he anxiously waited with her for the guards to arrive.

“Just two.”

By the time Kimberly came back, she was holding what was basically a tray with dozens of seats on it, designed for quick and easy transportation of people across the facilities. 13 of the seats were occupied by little security guards, who looked even more nervous than George as Kimberly set the tray on the floor for them to disembark. Though Mason couldn’t see it from his vantage point, Nicole was seething at what she perceived as the guards’ ineptitude (Seriously? she thought. How the fuck does a tri-pod look like a gun?). Hank, the security guard in charge, tried to get in his perspective of what happened before anything else, but Nicole immediately cut him off before he could get out any more than “Miss Jeffries, I know how—”

“Quiet!” she shouted, loud enough that people outside the office could hear, and no doubt a terrifying boom to the scattering of tinies on the floor. “I’m doing the talking here, Mr. Paloma.” They cowered beneath the weight of her voice, and she crossed her arms as she stepped towards them with focused and furious eyes. “Because of what you’ve done, this company is now facing multiple potential lawsuits from the people you assaulted. And from the sound of it—you thought a fucking tri-pod was a gun?—I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose them. We’d be on the hook for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Some of you will have to be fired if it comes to that, but even if we decide to take it court and win, the legal fees we’ll rack up will cost us a fortune anyways.”

She paused for a moment to catch her breath, which Hank mistakenly assumed meant it was his turn to talk. It wasn’t. “Ms. Jeffries, I understand the gravity—”

“I’m still talking! You will know when it’s your turn,” she bit back, marching within inches of the crowd, her glossy black heels stomping so close that one of them fell over in fright. “Or do you think anything you say right now can change the fact that you’ve really fucked with the company, in a year when our public image is already faltering and we’ve had one of our investors bow out after our main supplier went bankrupt.”

“Ms. Jeffries, I think that’s enough,” George somehow found the courage to say, “I think they understand.”

Nicole’s eyes shot over to him instead, and she bent over to pick him up by the back of his shirt, effortlessly lifting him into the sky so he was level with her face. “How many times do I have to tell you people not to interrupt me when I’m talking?” she asked, more calmly than she’d spoken to Hank, but more so out of a sense of genuine bewilderment that these little people were so stubborn despite their impossibly diminutive size.

George wiggled at first, before looking down and realizing he didn’t want to fall the equivalent of hundreds of feet, even though he was pretty sure the woman would never let that happen. “Whoah, you’re not allowed to pick me up without my permission,” he said, avoiding her eye contact as her face loomed even closer.

“I’m the CEO, George. I wrote those rules, so I’m most certainly allowed to break them if I feel like it’s necessary. Don’t lecture me about my own company.”

“Even besides the rules, you can’t just… pick up other people without their consent.”

“You’re a tiny, George, and I’m holding you to talk to you better. I’m not groping you, stop whining. If you don’t like normal people holding you the way normal people have always held tinies, then you’re free to look for a job somewhere else.” Taking a step over the crowd of security guards, she opened her office door and set him back down outside. “Otherwise, you can get back to work. I don’t wanna hear from you again until this is resolved. Got it?” George sighed with relief, but nodded his head and scurried away from the woman’s office. Turning to look back at the guards, she held the door open expectantly. “Now all of you need to make your way over to Legal and talk to Mattison.” Glad that it was over, the crew all fled the room, and Nicole shut the door behind them with a sigh. Closing her eyes and scratching her head, she took a deep breath before returning to her desk.

Mason walked out from behind her coffee cup, causing Nicole to jump a little in surprise. “Oh, Mason. I forgot you were here. Sorry you had to see all that.”

“Do you usually deal with people like that?” he asked her. “You were being kind of mean.” He knew Nicole would never hurt a tiny person… but he’d also never witnessed her talk down to one so condescendingly.

“I wasn’t being mean honey, I was being stern. Maybe a little loud, but that’s my job. I’m in charge of a company worth millions of dollars, it employs hundreds of people, and basically takes care of hundreds of thousands of tinies in private cities all over the country. Sometimes, when people fuck up like George did by not telling me about a major lawsuit for almost an entire week, you need to be a little harsh with them to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Because otherwise we’re jeopardizing peoples’ jobs, and all the Tinytowns the company runs that people like you have so much fun in.”

Mason was quiet, still thinking about how he felt seeing her like that.

“Well, I’ve gotta go speak with someone on the second floor about this now,” Nicole said, standing back up and holding out her palm for Mason to step onto. “Wanna tag along?”