VENTI - Short & Shorter II: To The Tip (Patreon)

Two ventis today, coming right up! First, we've got an extreme sizeplay continuation of Short & Shorter - this time, featuring Tips!

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Meti knew that it was tough for him to go anywhere. Maxing out at six inches tall, anything more than a couple houses over was an adventure to get to. Between pedestrians’ shoes, hungry pigeons, or curious bugs and animals, he didn’t like to stray too far. That meant a lot of takeout for dinner when he wasn’t preparing his own tiny dishes.

Still fondly remembering his visit from Boss, Meti made another call to Pizza Thot for his usual order of small fries. The short Thot (though still massive from Meti’s point of view) had fun playing with the tiny man, so he hoped to meet up with her again.

What he hadn’t realized was that the time before had been a special occasion. Boss had only made the delivery because they were short-handed. Today when the doorbell rang and he unlocked the door, he was met with an even taller woman. Her couldn’t even see her face behind her eclipsing breasts, but the bushy black hair stood out from behind them.

“GYAHAHA! What a cute little house!”

The mountainous looking Tips stepped into the house with her paper bag in hand, looking around the room. She nearly stepped on him as Meti scrambled out of her way.

“Hey! Um, I’m down here,” he called up to her sheepishly.

Tips pulled back her foot to bend over, studying the tiny boy ahead of (and below) her. She had to be a foot tall for every inch Meti had. Her boobs bounced over him like they were threatening to crush him next, getting the long-haired boy to wince.

“Wow, look at you! You’re like a little doll, aren’t ya?” Tips noted with glee.

While Boss had more of an unspoken curiosity about Meti, Tips squatted down and snatched him up in one hand. She set the bag down on a nearby table so she could focus her fickle attention on the tiny young man. She took one of his arms between her fingers, lifting and stretching it like he was an interesting little office toy.

“Yea, um… kind of,” Meti said sheepishly as he squirmed in her grasp. Now that he was this close to the woman’s face, her massive grin full of sharp teeth and shining braces made him shudder.

“So I guess I’ll go get your money,” Meti replied quickly. He squirmed his way out of her grip and took off across the carpet.

“Oh come on! That’s so cool! Lemme play some more!” Tips objected. Meti was quick and sturdy for his size, but Tips had legs longer than his entire body. She easily overtook him, stomping a foot down in front of his path. Meti yelped and turned back to duck under a table but Tips easily moved it out of her way. The small man was proving able to outmaneuver her but he was working twice as hard to cover a fraction of the distance Tips was. He was panting and sweating as he eluded her for a few minutes, but Tips finally got the best of him. She slapped her hand down, pinning him under her palm and fingers.

“Gyahaha! Gotcha!” 

Tips scooped Meti up and held him at eye level. She flashed him an up-close grin as she held him by his collar, dangling him in front of her face as she got a good look at him.

“Hey, you’re even cuter up close! Like I could just eat you up. Not that it’d be that hard. I’ve had guys who are a real mouthful before, but not the whole guy! GYAHAHA!”

Tips thrust out her tongue and gave a long lick along his  body. The wet appendage pulled at his clothes, caking him in her drool with a single slurp. Meti trembled in her grasp as the spittle ran from his hair, watching her sharp grin with obvious apprehension.

At this range, Tips could see his hesitation. She pursed her lips as she studied him more closely, and the tiny man visibly relaxed with her fangs back out of sight.

“Oh so that’s what it is! Don’t be scared, little guy! I ain’t gonna bite ya. Not that hard, anyway. I’ve got real good at taking care of these chompers, so I wouldn’t do something gross like that.” 

“R-really?” Meti asked warily. He’d had enough trouble before to always be on the lookout for anything bigger than him, especially when they had sharp teeth or a beak.

“Of course! I got something even more fun for you to try!” 

Tips held him away from her as she unbuttoned her shirt, yanking it off over her head. She tossed it aside, stripped from the waist up besides a snug pink bra that jiggled along with her freckled tits.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Meti fretted.

“Just testing to see if the airbags still work! GYAHAHA!” 

Tips lowered Meti to her chest and stuffed him inside her cleavage. The bra kept her tits squeezed tightly together, so the warm and sweaty flesh made for a snug fit even for her tiny new toy. Meti gave a short yelp as he landed safely but snugly between the freckled jugs.

“Wait a minute! Are you sure this is safe?” Meti asked quickly before Tips’ fingers stuffed him the rest of the way in. His muffled moan barely escaped her juicy cleavage as Tips broke into a giggle.

“Ooh! Easy with the squirming! You’re startin’ to tickle!” she teased him. 

Tips raised her arms and squeezed them both in front of her. Tips hadn’t been able to touch her elbow together since she was in middle school, but it was a nice way to squash her boobs together while keeping her hands free. It smushed Meti around her cleavage, burying his face in the plump, pale flesh until he was completely smothered in it. Tips held it for a few seconds before releasing the vice-like grip of her boobs, hearing the soft gasp of the tiny boytoy.

“Boy that looks like fun! It must be like bein’ in a bouncy castle made of titties!”

Tips cupped her jugs and started to bounce them up and down, making Meti’s moans vibrate as it tossed him up and down. That just ground his body against her inner breasts, and however small it was, Tips could still feel the familiar sensation of precum rubbing between her tits.

“Oh you like gettin’ smushed around, do ya? Shoulda known. Not like you could be into deepthroating when you’re all tiny, huh?”

Tips turned to face one of the nearby walls, leaning into it so her boobs squashed back against her chest. The swelling rack pressed tightly around Meti’s body, hugging him in her cleavage as his red face poked out from between her boobs.

“Oh… oh my god,” Meti moaned breathlessly. 

“Oh shush. I’m not done playing, and you’re gonna love this last trick,” Tips tutted. 

She poked Meti with her finger, shoving him back into her rack. She stepped away from the wall and folded her arms beneath her tits, not quite hugging herself as she rested her breasts on her arms. She put her weight on her toes as she started jumping up and down, sending her tits flying around like wild. They might have smacked her in the face if not for her bra keeping them in check. Meti had no such protection, and in fact the tight garment just made him squirm and bounce around more within her tightly packed rack. He moaned as his body ground against her. 

The pressure and motion finally got to him. Her jiggling jugs were moving faster than he could keep up with, leaving him dizzy while still rubbing his hardon around inside her jugs. Meti was cumming before he even knew what was happening, squirting a warm stain across the front of his pants. Tips giggled and squeezed her boobs together, rubbing them up and down against each other with Meti sandwiched in the middle to milk out everything she could out of her little boytoy.

“There we go! Wasn’t that fun?” she asked. She tugged at her bra to open enough space for Meti to gasp for air. Even if it was sweaty, Tips-flavored air.

“Say, I just remembered. Where were you keeping the tips?”

“Oh, uh… your money’s... on... the coffee table,” Meti muttered witlessly. He was dizzy and drained, so he could barely keep his eyes open before passing out in Tips’ warm and soft cleavage.

“Thanks!”

Tips went over and thumbed through the pile of bills left out for her. She pouted as there was barely a couple bucks extra. 

“You call that a tip, smallfry?” Tips asked in an annoyed tone. “In that case, maybe I don’t need the money! I’ll just take you home and make YOU my little tip,” Tips decided, poking at the unconscious little man. 

Tips stuffed his money into her pocket before finding her shirt. She was already thinking up new games and positions to try with her latest toy as she pulled her top back on. The spit and cum-soaked Meti shifted around from the extra pressure, his unconscious body sliding out from between her boobs and landing safely on the soft carpet. It wasn’t until Tips checked on him on the ride back to work that she noticed he was gone.

“Ah well. Boss would probably chew me out if I started kidnapping customers anyway,” Tips chimed. “He’s pretty tiny though. I bet I could sneak him in… so maybe next time!”