Mason - Chapter 29 (Patreon)

Supposedly, the passage of time is supposed to heal all wounds, and although Mason was still plenty pissed at Skye for breaking his plane, he was at least conscious that eventually, the two would forgive each other. Skye felt more or less the same at the start of the day on Tuesday, but after dishing on the details of why her throat sounded fucked up, her friends all assured her that Mason had deserved getting his “toy plane” (as they kept calling it) broken as retribution for his prank. Only Chloe, Skye’s longest and best friend, was willing to voice her dissent with everyone else and say that what Mason had done was temporary, whereas Skye’s payback was permanent—herbal tea and a few days’ time wouldn’t rebuild Mason’s plane the way it would mend Skye’s throat. But what Chloe said wasn’t what Skye wanted to hear, so the rest of her friends had convinced her that actually, Mason did deserve to feel like shit about his plane. And if anything, he might even deserve even more punishment, since Skye was still having to deal with a swollen, scratchy throat.

Nicole was busy cleaning the kitchen from making dinner by the time Skye got home from soccer practice that evening. Nicole looked briefly over her shoulder to acknowledge Skye coming home, and gave her a quick smile before turning back to the dishes. “Hey Skye, there’s a plate for you on the table.”

“Thanks,” the girl sighed.

“I forgot to divvy up a portion for Mason and he hasn’t eaten yet,” Nicole added, “can you scoop some aside for him?”

Skye just stared at the stack of miniature plates that they kept in the center of the dinner table, and then picked her own up and simply turned to take it to her room with her.

Mason was already in the hallway and headed towards the kitchen to get some dinner when he saw Skye coming his way with her own plate, her face emotionless and eyes staring dead ahead. He made sure to hug the edge of the corridor since he assumed she didn’t see him, but her path seemed to gradually drift in his direction the closer she got to him. He spoke out a quick “hey,” not as a greeting but as a “don’t step on me” type of warning. But it seemed that Skye hadn’t heard him—or didn’t care—as her feet continued their gait in his general direction. Once she was only a few steps away, Mason flattened himself against the wall, and watched as still, Skye's foot managed to come dangerously close to him. As a last resort, he jumped to the side just as her foot landed barely an inch from where he’d been standing. “Dude, watch it!” he yelled up at her, but her expression and gait remained unchanged, as if she hadn’t heard him at all. Without so much as an annoyed glance in his general direction, she headed to her room and shut the door, leaving Mason to scoff at her attitude and continue towards the kitchen.

“Hey,” he said, climbing up the ladder and walking across the table towards where Nicole was, still washing dishes. “Is my dinner on the table?” he asked, even though he could very clearly see it wasn’t.

“Yeah, Skye scooped some aside—” she started to say, turning to look at him, before seeing that the table was completely empty. “Oh. Maybe she didn’t. She must not’ve heard me when I told her to.”

“No, she definitely heard,” he muttered, referencing both what Nicole was talking about and how Skye pretended to ignore him just a couple minutes ago.

“Well why wouldn’t she set aside a plate for you then?” Nicole asked, her hands on her hips.

Mason was quiet for a moment, remembering that she had no idea of the kerfuffle from Monday afternoon. Despite his prank on Skye being over the line, he also felt like her stomping his plane into a thousand pieces was just as cruel, if not worse. But he paused, and shook his head instead of telling her of the prior day’s events. “Nevermind. I don’t know.” He already felt useless and weak enough as it was, being so tiny; telling her would make him feel like a young child tattling to their mommy.

“I’ve already cleaned everything up,” she said, “but I’ll go ask Skye for a little bit of hers since she was supposed to share with you anyways.” Nicole reached down to grab one of Mason’s mini plates, but he stopped her before she left the kitchen.

“Wait, that’s okay. I wasn’t super hungry anyways,” he lied. “I was just gonna take a plate back to my room in case I’m hungry later. And I don’t want some of her food after she’s already started eating it.” It was a lousy excuse, but it got Nicole to keep from confronting Skye at least. So he grabbed a nearby mini pouch of chip crumbs and headed back to his room.

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A little while later, as Mason sat in his room watching TV, he saw Nicole pass by in the hallway carrying her laundry basket and was reminded that the clothes he’d put in the washer needed to be dried. Jumping up from his seat, he hurried out of his room to head to the laundry room, but Nicole was just coming out of it as soon as he got there. Stopping right at the doorway, he watched her walk all the way back to her room, gazing for a little too long at her smooth legs and the pajama shorts she always wore that looked a couple sizes too small. I wonder if her accidentally sitting on me again would feel better if she was wearing something soft and loose like that instead of jeans, he thought.

While he was gawking at Nicole, Skye was coming up from behind with her own load of laundry, and her footsteps didn’t register as someone other than Nicole’s until she was right behind him. He whirled around at the last second, just in time to see Skye march right over him, evidently still ignoring him, or at least not caring that he was there.

“Oh, shit,” he said to himself, knowing how often the others in the house would accidentally block the stairs to his miniature laundry platform, like Mikayla had done just that afternoon. He started running over to it, located right in front of where Skye was now standing, when suddenly her hamper came crashing down in front it. “Jesus!” he yelled from between Skye’s feet, looking up at her towering figure but unable to see her face. “You almost hit me!” Unsurprisingly, she didn’t respond to his outburst, although he couldn’t tell if she just had her AirPods in.

She squatted down and opened the machine door, grabbing a nearby detergent pod as Mason watched her ass suddenly expand right above his head, her shorts stretching tight against her toned, bubbly butt. Her squat pushed a small breeze downward onto where Mason was, and even though she’d changed out of her soccer clothes, it was clear by the sudden whiff of sour sweat that she hadn’t showered yet. He crinkled his nose in disgust, but ran over to her foot so he could get her attention. “Hey, can you move your hamper,” he shouted up at her. He punched her heel a few times for good measure, knowing that it couldn’t hurt her, but that she’d likely feel it at least.

But Skye didn’t respond, and continued unloading her clothes into the washer. Mason even started to wonder if maybe she really did have her AirPods in and couldn’t hear him. So he reached up and grabbed her anklet, pulling it back so it’d snap against her harder than he was able to punch. “Hey. Dumbass. Take your headphones out or whatever, stop ignoring me and move your hamper.”

Instead of a reply (let alone Skye moving her hamper out of the way), she reached down and swatted Mason away from her foot, sending the boy helplessly tumbling backwards. “What the fuck…” he groaned, pushing his torso off the ground. He noticed a shadow quickly consume him, and he looked up over his shoulder to see Skye had stood up and turned to face him. With cold eyes gazing down at him, the hint of a sneer on her face, she raised her foot above his head. Mason felt genuine fear that she might actually want to kill him, and he only had enough time to let out a shrieking, terrified scream before the teenager's giant sole was swiftly brought down to silence him.

As soon as Skye’s clammy foot made contact with the tiny older boy, Mason instantly became flattened beneath it. With his back against her foot, his arms and legs buckled under a weight that was a hundred thousand times greater than their own, and became splayed out while his head was face was forced to the dirty tile floor. Throughout his life, Mason had been sat on, stepped on, laid on, and just in general caught beneath normal people's enormous bodies enough times that he knew by now that his body was fairly durable. But he also knew he wasn’t invincible, and as Skye increased the pressure against him, he wondered if she might actually breach his body’s limits. Because even just the length of Skye’s foot was nearly tree times as tall as him, ensuring her foot covered the entirety of his body with so much finality that escape was practically unfathomable. She only stepped on him for a few seconds, but it was enough for Mason’s life to flash before his eyes three times over, before Skye finally lifted her foot back up.

“Oh,” she muttered, sounding disappointed. “I thought you were a bug.” As her foot lifted back up, Mason’s body initially stuck to its underside, a result of the sticky sweat that had dried to her skin from earlier in the day. She had to give her ankle a little shake to get Mason to fall off, and he felt like a discarded piece of trash as he fell to the floor. “You looked like a cockroach from up here,” she added, before turning and squatting back down to continue sorting through which clothes she wanted to add to the washer.

“Fucking hell,” Mason grumbled, standing up with the sort of stumble a drunk person does after sitting for too long. His body was sore all over, and although he didn’t bother running up to her (what kind of physical retribution could he honestly hope to employ?), he glared at her from behind, now confident that her attitude was a result of the day before. “That’s bullshit,” he yelled. “I saw you look at me before you stomped on me, you did it on purpose you stupid cunt, even though—”

He stopped himself when he saw her swivel around, lashing her arm out and snatching him up right where he stood. His sore muscles cried out in pain again as her fingers tightly squeezed his meager frame, Mason's tiny head emerging fraught and red from the center of her fist. “Don’t ever call me that word again,” she growled, accidentally shouting the first few words too loudly through her clenched teeth before realizing there were other people in the house. “Got it?” It must’ve been a rhetorical question though, since she was still squeezing Mason so tightly that he couldn’t even squeak out a single word in response.

Unfortunately for Skye, Nicole had heard something from her room, and called out her name. “Skye? Is everything okay?” She was pretty sure she’d heard Mason too though, so she headed to the laundry room anyways to see what was going on.

In a fit of juvenile panic and unhesitating anger, Skye grabbed a pair of her dirty underwear that she’d thrown in the washer (the sweaty pair that she’d worn that day, including to soccer practice), roughly wrapped Mason’s body up in it, and tossed it back into her hamper. As soon as Nicole turned the corner, Skye had already put on an expression of horrified disgust, and was staring with alarmed eyes at her hamper like it was a horror scene she couldn’t look away from. Mason was still trying to untangle himself from the giant, dirty, stained pair of Skye's panties when she stood up and pointed at him, pretending as though she’d just caught him before Nicole walked in.

“Look, I just found Mason going through my underwear!”

Nicole looked to Skye’s hamper, and saw Mason’s body just as he crawled out of a white pair of undergarments. Narrowing her eyes, she reached in to gingerly pick up Skye’s underwear with two fingers, but was appalled by how damp they still were. “Oh, gross!” she remarked in surprise, reflexively letting go at having touched the girl's clearly-still-fresh intimates. As a result, the crotch section fell onto Mason again, toppling and intertwining him with the disgusting material a second time. “Shit! Sorry hun,” Nicole suddenly gushed, and maneuvered her fingers to delicately pick up the boy instead.

“I wore those during practice today,” Skye continued, keeping up her charade of being disgusted with Mason as Nicole set him down on her palm. “I feel so violated.”

“You fucking threw me in there!” he yelled while he was still dangling from Nicole's  fingers, still able to smell and feel the presence of residual pussy sweat lingering on his skin. “How violated do you think I fucking feel?! That’s the grossest thing anyone’s ever done to me!”

“Hey!” Nicole shouted. “What has been going on with you two today?” Mason began shouting about Skye stepping on him and squeezing his body, but Skye started up with her own tirade, beginning with how Mason had tricked her into eating an obscene amount of ghost peppers the day before. Since she was the bigger of the two, her voice easily drowned out his, and Nicole sighed, shouting for them both to shut up again. “Alright, STOP!” Mason winced from how loud her voice had been, and she leaned closer to him while giving side eye to Skye. “Okay Mason, you go first.”

Mason started telling her about everything that had happened that afternoon, starting with his prank the day before. But he glossed over a number of key details, and eventually Skye lashed out at him. “That’s not true, you stupid bug!”

She reached out to grab him from Nicole, but she grabbed Skye’s wrist and pursed her lips, tightly holding Skye from getting to Mason until he’d finished telling his side. “Alright, now you can go,” she told Skye, who told much of the same things, but with greater emphasis on what Mason had done to her.

After hearing both sides, Nicole sighed and closed her eyes, internally bemoaning how bad her kids clearly were with conflict resolution. “Alright. You both did some pretty shitty things to each other. I don’t care if either of you think you got it worse, I want you to apologize and call it even from here on out.

“I’m not apologizing to that puny twerp,” Skye immediately scoffed.

Nicole paused. “Fair enough. Then you can stay in your room for the rest of the night.”

kyeS rolled her eyes and got up, not even caring to finish her laundry. “Whatever,” she mumbled, and marched off to her room, forcefully slamming the door as hard as she could.

Mason took a moment to close his eyes and silently thank God that the ordeal hadn’t gone worse. Then he opened them back up and looked to her with genuine appreciation that she’d seen through Skye’s bullshit. “Oh my God, thank you,” he sighed.

But Nicole didn’t share his look of relief, and she leaned closer, pointing her long, accusatory finger squarely at him. “You’re not in the clear either. What have I told you about pulling shit like that on Skye and Mikayla? How many times do I need to remind you that if they get to rough, you could get seriously injured, if not killed?”

Mason was still dwelling on the incident from a few minutes ago, and assumed she was talking about him snapping her anklet against her foot. “I was just trying to get her attention,” he protested.

“I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about your prank yesterday. I know Skye probably went too far in getting back at you, but none of this would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t started it.”

“Well I’m tired of feeling like I can never do anything because of my size. I just wanted to prank her like how normal siblings do to each other.”

Nicole squatted down, the sympathy on her face now clearer. “I know sweetie, but now you know why I’ve been so hard on you about respecting Mikayla and Skye. Mikayla might be old enough now to keep her emotions in check, but Skye is one of the most trigger happy people I know. Maybe one day you won’t have to live with normal sized people, but for now you’re still living with us, so you respecting normal people is more important than normal people respecting you. For your own safety.” Mason didn’t like the sound of that, but he knew the woman was coming from a good place.

She carried her palm closer to her face and then squinted at him, lowering her voice. “Now, did you really call Skye the c word?” He didn’t answer, but he had a guilty look on his face as he avoided her eye contact. “I don’t want you to ever use that word on anyone in this house again, got it? Look at me, I couldn’t even say it out loud because I don’t like it that much.”

Lowering him to the floor, Mason hopped off her hand before she stood back up to full size and put her hands on her hips. “Now go take a shower. You stink. I’ll finish your laundry for you.”

Mason sighed, but turned to head towards the bathroom. “And,” Nicole added from behind, “I want you to stay in your room too until you’re ready to apologize to Skye.”

“Seriously? Even though Skye pretty much tried killing me yesterday, almost killed me today, wrapped my whole body in her fucking—”

“Yes. You’re being punished too. And I already explained why, so I don’t wanna hear any more arguing about it.” So with a sullen look on his face, convinced that everyone bigger in the world was out to get him and that he was consistently treated unfairly, Mason sulked his way towards the bathroom to wash the smell of his  Skye's disgusting sweat off his skin.