Pizza Thot Sidedishes: Flatbread (Patreon)

Technically my first step into writing a Pizza Thot OC/fan-Thot. I had a few in mind that I'm wary to use since there’s so many already, but the whole timeskip arc thing specifically included a larger restaurant to include an ambiguous staff of extras/people inserting their OCs for fan work.

I think Flatbread was partly created in me shouting out for input once and running with peoples’ suggestions. A smugly small-breasted waitress was the end result, which was a fun challenge to write for. I don’t write a lot of small boobs in general (sometimes if they’ve got big booties instead), especially not flat-chested. Playing to the big-titty tropes and kinks while having be utterly flat was tricky to mess with while keeping it sexy and trying hard to not have her focus on her ass instead. Which even then, isn’t huge but at least has some curves.

I’ve got a few other fan Thots vaguely in mind (Straws, Umami, Garlic…). I’m not bold enough to make a full on second location, especially when I’ve got other sexy restaurant stories to mess around with, though I know Gats has had vague talk of there becoming an east coast location.

Setting is, as always, based on www.twitter.com/acgats’ creations.

It was never a slow day at the new and improved Pizza Thot. More space and more customers meant they needed to expand their staff, which brought in fresh new faces. Everyone knew Tips and Pineapple, and many knew about the addition of Pepper and the Thot Wings staff. The newest recruits like Pan, their plump new femboy, had even started to build up their fanbase. Pizza Thot prided themselves on their varied staff of sexy servers, which led to some less traditional decisions over time.

Flatbread was posing for a selfie on her Thot Bubble profile when her phone popped up with a notification. “Table 7; 2 customers. 21+” came up on her employee app. When it was just four or so servers at a time, it was easy for the staff to assign tables and customers by word of mouth. The app had made organizing the growing staff much easier.

“Oho! Another customer to satisfy,” Flat gloated despite nobody being around.

She finished undoing the buttons on her uniform to show her utterly absent cleavage and posed with a pouty face to finish her selfie. She posted it to the Pizza Thot app with her caption as she fixed her shirt back up:

“Off to serve another cutie. Some people enjoy the finer things in life. Like wine and small-chested women.”

Flatbread was an odd girl, even for Pizza Thot. She was polite and friendly with her coworkers, but she definitely had an ego about her. She was shamelessly and loudly proud of herself, especially when it came to her breasts.

Which was to say she had none. She had a pretty face with pointed features, fair skin, and carefully applied dark purple lipstick. Her brownish blonde, curly hair was grown out into long, spiraling hair drills that went down over her shoulders. She had a thin build with a bit of weight in her hips and was slightly taller than usual, but her lack of any notable breasts beyond a pair of pancake-sized bumps made her stand out among other girls. Especially while she worked at Pizza Thot, where several of the boys had bigger breasts than she did.

While other women would simply accept that they were flat-chested and others would grumble about it or gain a chip on their shoulder, Flatbread had somehow managed to lean into it. She was always quick to flaunt her tiny tits, her lack of cleavage, her unseen curves or anything else she could show off about her fairly featureless chest.

“Gentlemen~! Hello~!” Flatbread chimed in a sweet and melodious tone. She approached her table with a wide smile as she passed out their menus and coasters.

“Drink menus are tucked in the front along with today’s specials. Were you ready to order or could you use a little distraction first to help clear your minds~?”

Flat flashed them a flirty smirk as she rolled her shoulders. It came across as a simple dance when it would have bounced the breasts around on any other girl. The two young men at her table looked her up and down.

“Hi. We’ll take a pitcher and uh… are you new here?” her darker-haired customer asked.

“Oh I’ve been here since the reopening. I’m surprised you haven’t heard,” she said, widening her elegant grin. “They call me Flatbread around here.”

“Aha.” The friend with a beach tan and shaved short hair nodded in sudden understanding. “Got it.”

“Oh? What’s that, babe?” Flat asked as she took out her notepad and pen.

“Just cuz of the tits, right?” the tanned customer brought up, his eyes lingering on the thin thot’s chest. “It kinda stands out from the rest.”

Flatbread’s entire face curled into a smug smirk. She set her hands on the table, bending far over as she plucked the buttons slowly off her top. Below her neckline, the plain, light-skinned chest just seemed to keep going straight down.

“Oh, you must mean these,” she cooed flirtatiously. She tugged at the unbuttoned collar to expose the slightest bulge of her cleavage, comparable to someone just hitting a late puberty or a particularly curvy high school boy. She teased a hint of areola, which took up at least half of her tiny tit.

“My mini mommy milkers? My itty bitty titties?” she purred temptingly.

Flat gripped either edge of her shirt’s opening and pulled it down further, cupping her lower hands just beneath her breasts. She pushed them up, squashing the small bulges until they almost looked like actual A-cups. She bounced her fingertips beneath them, almost getting them to jiggle at all.

“My extra spicy thin crust specials? My tasty little tortilla titties? My fertile valleys? My skim milkers? My bap appetizer? My succulently sweet and sweaty bitesize boobie biscuits?”

Flatbread broke into a coy smile as the guests found themselves staring at her flirtatiously teased tits.

“What about them, my dear?”

“Just surprised, is all,” muttered the surfer boy.

“I get that. Little shots are more potent than a pint, after all.” Flatbread giggled. She leaned over the table and winked at the brunette guest, placing her chest close enough for him to feel the heat emanating from her shallow cleavage against his face.

“ Speaking of, let me get you that pitcher while you figure out what you want on top.”

Flatbread left with a flourish of her hips and returned shortly and pouring out their drinks.

“There you go, my poor, thirsty boys!” FB cooed to them. “So what do you say? Did you figure out what’s going to whet your appetites tonight?”

She folded her arms patiently under her half-revealed, barely existent breasts. The dark-haired guy reached out and squeezed a hand around her rounded ass.

“I’ll take a lapdance for starters,” he said with a smile and a swig of his beer.

“Excellent choice, sir!” Flatbread twirled theatrically to spin herself into his lap, whipping her hair drills around like ribbons after a dancer. She pressed her back against his chest as she started to gyrate in place against his growing hardon.

Flat’s confidence did seem justified as she ground her ass with expertise. She caught her customer’s erection between her ass as she shook it in place, hotdogging him through her tight-fitting pants.

“Don’t you worry now,” the blonde assured him, smirking over her shoulder.

“I’m not about to rob you of the finest little lady lumps in town.”

Flatbread swiftly peeled off her top and twirled it overhead. She arched her back to press her hips deeper into her customer’s lap while thrusting out her proudly boasted boobs. Her hard nipples poked out further than the actual meat of her breasts, making her tits shift and curve along with the bending of her chest or back muscles.

Flat grabbed and guided his hands up to her chest, palming the back of them to encourage him to squeeze her small chest. She let out a low and sultry moan as he continued to grope her sensitive little tits and pull her closer against him.

“Mmm~! You like that, handsome?” FB chimed as she glanced over her shoulder.

She started to let go of his hands as she felt him enthusiastically fondling her micro tits. The seductively skinny blonde reached down to her pants and rose just enough to slide them down, revealing her glittery purple thong. She dropped her booty back into the customer’s lap, getting more jiggle out of her buns than her chest.

“Don’t you just love feeling up those sweet and perky little pancakes?” she purred as her warm hips pumped against his lap. She reached back and unzipped his pants, taking the dark-haired customer’s cock out and nestling it between the crack of her ass. The warm cheeks bobbed lightly around him as his grip tightened around her skinny chest, squeezing and puffing up her petite tits into his hands.

FB moaned and leaned back into him, raising a leg to stretch it out under the table. She slid her foot up the tanned customer’s leg before letting it settle on his crotch. The raging hardon made her purple lips smiled as she winked to him, glad he was enjoying the show almost as much as her current customer.

The brunette man grunted as he shot his load behind her. Two fingers pinched around her nipples as he finished, squirting cum over her ass cheeks and lower back. Flatbread just giggled and raised an extended finger to her dark lips.

“My my my~! Another big strong boy who couldn’t last against the power of small breasts? I guess size isn’t everything after all, eh~?”

FB gave another quick wiggle of her hips, grinding her tits and ass against the customer’s hands and crotch. He just let out a satisfied groan as she eased her way off his lap. Her eyes were locked confidently on her next customer as she stepped out of her pants. She kicked off her shoes and socks (tucking them under the table to prevent tripping per usual Pizza Thot training) to leave herself in just her thong as she closed in on the staring young man.

“And as for you… I think you deserve a front row seat to the best little chest in the whole Thot. Don’t you feel special to get these precious little pearls all to yourself?” Flat purred.

“Yea,” he replied with a shy smile. “I was wondering if I can just sorta… get more of those boobs please?”

“Of course! I love a man who knows what he wants. Especially when what he wants is me~!”

The thin thot knelt in front of him and took her time undoing his pants. She hummed a bit of classical music under her breath before final pulling down his pants. His erection sprang out gratefully in front of her as she drew his pants down to his ankles.

“Oh how cute!” FB gushed proudly.

She rested a finger on the tip of the tan customer’s meaty cock, twirling it lightly to tease around the leaking head.

“Another oversized oaf, I see. No wonder you keep coming back here if your dick’s bigger than your brain. You really should understand by now that sleek and petite are very much in style.”

Flat leaned her chest into his lap, resting his cock in the smooth space between her tiny chest. There wasn’t the squeezing pressure or the consuming softness that came with bustier girls, but the fact she was doing it anyway was arousing in itself. She rolled her shoulder, sliding him in long strokes up and down the middle of her chest without any huge tits to hold him back or offer too much friction. Her aerodynamic build left him lots of space to smear his trail of precum, with her occasionally shifting her shoulders side to side to flick at his dick with her hard nipples firmly mounted in her shallow tits.

The teasing strokes of her tiny tits got him hard and moaning, especially when Flatbread leaned in to plant a long, firm kiss beneath the head of his cock while his balls rested on her chest. She drew back to admire the thick, purple lipstick mark she’d left in her wake before cradling his cock between her fingers. She started kissing lighter around his dick, leaving thinner but more easily visible markings as she seemed to claim his cock with her symbol.

“Looks primed and ready to me,” Flatbread cooed as she gripped his shaft, slowly pumping it to smudge some of her glossy makeup around his taut skin.

“I think you’re ready for some light and tasty appe-tit-zers. Don’t you?”

“God, yes,” the surfer nodded, all but melting back in his seat.

Flat smiled and climbed into his lap, this time facing him as she slipped out of her thong. She was neatly shaved, like most of the employees, to minimize any irritation or further mess with all the sex they went through daily. She had left a small, curly patch of dark blonde bush just above her folds like a little accent mark made for her pussy.

Flat straddled his lap, resting his cock against the very edges of her pussy lips. She shoved her petite jugs into his face, shaking her shoulders to motorboat her guest with the soft slaps of her washboard chest. He just moaned contentedly as he opened up his mouth, managing to catch one in his mouth and sucking hungrily. He easily fit the whole tit and more into his mouth as FB arched her back, squealing with delight as he rolled his tongue over her tender nipple. His hand went up to graciously rub and worship the other in kind.

“Now THERE’S a good boy! Nothing quite like a mini melon to get you nice and thirsty, huh? You just love those sweet little candy treats, don’t you?” she moaned proudly, teasing her fingers along his face and shaved short hair. He shuddered and nodded as he did his best to nurse on her utter lack of breasts, squeezing her other tit firmly and unavoidably pinching her nipple as part of it.

“Mmm~! Good boy~! Now let’s put that big dumb cock of yours to good use, you clumsy brute you,” she purred as she finally took hold of his cock.

She guided it inside her wet pussy, pumping her hips slowly at first. Her slow and rhythmic pumps got her used to his girthy size before she started taking him in harder and deeper. She kept her balance with her arms over his shoulders, bobbing rapidly as her ass and hair drills bounced for the customer behind her. Her lusty moans came out high and delighted, appearing in control even as her hips pumped more and more out of control. Flatbread dug her fingers into the customer’s upper back as she bit her purple lip, caught up in the heat of luring him into worshiping her perky little micro-tits. Her pussy pumped with soft, wet squishing sounds as she grew more aroused and ground her clit along the tip of his cock.

As the customer shot his load inside her, the streak of sticky heat made her scrawny figure tense up. She let out a long, quivering sigh as she shared an orgasm of her own, swapping their fluids between her tightly clenching thighs. She broke into a long hum as she pressed her sweaty chest into his face, smothering over his mouth while still leaving his few entirely unobscured from the rest of her body.

“Utterly perfect, sir. Very well done for such a behemoth like yourself,” she chimed elegantly. She eased herself off, smiling serenely beyond the occasional wince when his pulsing cock brushed against her clit.

“Yea… thanks. I didn’t come here expecting this.”

“The best gifts come in small packages, as they say,” Flatbread said with a wink.

“Speaking of sizes,” the brunette man brought up. “Can we get a large barbecue chicken pizza?”

“Ooh. Exotic tastes indeed,” FB noted. “I’ll get…”

She froze for a moment as she patted her hips for her pocket. Her hands slapped ineffectively against her bare ass, realizing she was still naked with cum running down her thigh. She hastily bent over and picked up her pants to fish the notepad out of the pockets.

“Barbecue… large. There we are! I’ll drop this off and tidy up and see if you’d like any more little treats before dinner, alright?”

With the table’s approval, Flatbread wiggled back into her thong and slung the rest of her clothes over her shoulders before heading back into the kitchen to drop off her order. They had the means to send it out digitally on the local server, but she felt like swinging by anyway. She stuck her order ticket on the rack and waved broadly at the kitchen staff.

“Good eeevening, everyone~!” she greeted in a singsong voice, feeling more proud and confident than usual.

“Chef. Grill. Umami. How’s it going back there?”

The trio glanced up at her with varying levels of interest as they went about their work.

“Not too bad,” Chef replied. “Lots of easy orders today so nothing too wild.”

“Super~! Well I left a new one for you, so whenever you get to the barbecue one, they’ve been real sweeties so just be extra careful with that one, okay?”

“Sure,” Grill dismissed monotonously as she barely listened. The beefy goth stepped aside to let Umami by as the plump milf carried a stack of dishes.

“Always careful.”

“Outstanding! Superb work as always back there. I just wanted-”

“Flat!” Boss suddenly barked from behind her.

“I thought I told you to put on a shirt when you’re hanging around the kitchen!”

Even without the sanitary concerns, having employees like Milk and Tips walking around their ingredients with their tits flopping around was an accident waiting to happen.

“Sooooo~ sorry, Boss!” FB chimed back playfully. “I just couldn’t stand to deprive the world for so long without these adorbs little orbs. These mini milky-”

“FLAT!”

“Right away, Boss,” she mumbled sheepishly, tugging on her shirt as she scurried off towards the showers.