Valleys of Different Kinds

(breasts, butt, feet, smothering, teasing, MILF, mouthplay, ambiguously gentle)

Brittany wasn't paying attention while walking along the boulevard, too absorbed by a phone screen that was hard to see through her sunglasses. She wore denim shorts, flip-flops, and a crop-top modest enough to not piss-off her mom. All afternoon her friends sipped expensive drinks and gossiped in the Cali sun.

"Oh my God! Who's this little guy?" One of her friends, or more specifically, the cousin of a friend whom she didn't know too well and didn't care for, commented on her pet. From inside a special pocket of her Louis Vuitton designer handbag, swaying at her hips, peeked the sandy face of a tiny boy.

Brittany rose an eyebrow; she mostly forgot he was there. "Oh, him. That's Bubblegum."

The furtive thing crouched a little further into his pocket, away from the unfamiliar giant face.

"He is, like, adorable!"

"Totally," she said smugly, flicking her blonde hair and rolling her shoulder to bounce him a bit, showing him off. Brittany was quick to swat the girl's hand just as it began to reach out. "Uh-uh, he's mine."

"O-oh, sorry," she frowned, falling back into the gaggle that slapped with a dozen pairs of flip-flops.

When she was gone, Brittany reached into the little pocket and withdrew Bubblegum using only two fingers. He squirmed a little, as he always did when she was sudden, but at two inches tall he wasn't getting anywhere. All the other girls, too absorbed in their own chatting, didn't notice her unbuttoning her denim shorts and slipping the little cutie-pie in. All except Jade that was, who shoved her friend's shoulder with a mock gasp. "Oh my God, you're so bad!"

Brittany just smiled back and wiggled her hips, wide from her slender waist, a bit more deliberately. "Shut up! You know he, like, loves me, right?"

The other girl, a third-generation Chinese-American cutie in an equally stylish ensemble, walked her fingers along the denim all the way to Brit's opposite fake pocket and pulled her in, bumping their hips together. They giggled together, knowing Bubblegum was having the time of his life (probably).

"Wanna come back to my place?" chirped Brittany.

"I'd love to!"

They paired off with only a faint, "See ya."

---

Bubblegum squirmed against the soft cotton panties that hung over the gigantic girl's hipbones. The heat was stifling, and the rocking steps were disorientating.  Brittany loved to keep him here, especially as a hiding spot when another family member wanted to use him. Her strides were confident, bouncy, made her butt jiggle for no one in particular. You couldn't tell she had an entire person stuffed down her fashionable shorts

"And I was like 'That bag and those heels are, like, so~o gross, mom.' But then she was like 'Oh no sweetie they're cute!'"

The girls forgot the poor thing was even present, innocently having their girl-talk about shoes, boys, friends and enemies - filled with filler-words and rising intonation. They were healthy enough to not blink at any hills they needed to go up, of which there were many, but Bubblegum wasn't so lucky. The form-fitting denim lacked enough friction to keep him from sliding down the hem, right under Brittany's bubbly cheeks. Each slapping footfall rolled another ton of flesh onto him, made even worse by the exaggerated way she wiggled her waist.

The young man, late teens, like her, hadn't always lived like this. Back when he had a number and not a name he was quite pampered actually. He went for a high price (daddy's money, of course) and his once luxurious lifestyle was replaced with... this. It was still quite opulent in a way, and he was probably lucky, but living beneath a spoiled brat like Brittany made it hard for him to keep things in perspective.

At home, Jade and Brittany kicked off their expensive sandals and slotted their sunglasses into their handbags. "It's me and Jade mom!" she called, her voice echoing through the gigantic house.

"Alright hunnie!" was the reply. By the echo, she was in her study.

The pair's now bare feet slapped on nice, cool tile. They didn't blink at the pricey decor and arrived Brittany's room quickly, where she took a running start and cutely bounced onto her bed. Bubblegum, whom she hadn't noticed had slid down, was utterly crushed beneath her. That well-exercised 'little' rump squeezed and kneaded him, knocking out all the wind he could store. Not much evidently. Thankfully they made tinies quite robust, so he didn't pop like a grape under her immense weight. He stayed simmering under her perfect cheek.

"Oh my God!" Brittany burst out giggling, falling back onto her gigantic bed in such a way that kept him pinned. He was vacuum sealed in his own fleshy prison.

"Umm... what?"

The blonde girl rolled over, letting her butt bounce back to its full curvaceous glory, and snaked a hand in to show-off the flattened tiny. Jade laughed too now.

"Oh my God, couldn't he, like, die?" she managed to ask between fruity giggles.

Brittany took a deep breath to calm herself. "As if! Little guy's totally fine. He's small so ya can't hurt him as much. Duh."

"Umm... oh yeah. Makes sense."

Dangling from tastefully manicured fingers like the keys to a Sweet Sixteen present, Bubblegum was almost pushed onto Jade's cute nose. "Wanna touch him?"

Brittany was infamously protective over her tiny, so this meant something. "Really?"

"Yeah. You're, like, totally responsible."

Jade snatched him, delicately, and held him on her palm. Naked except for a pair of expensive boxers, he was a little red, probably from being under Brittany's ass (which Jade was a little jealous of). Despite his flush, she could tell he was a bit paler than the general populace around here, most likely from the prior reason too. He was plenty cute too - he had the whole 'innocent puppy dog' look that made the girls swoon over him. "Aww, aren't you just the cutest." Jade booped him with a finger, just as well-manicured as his owner's, and watched the darling way he recoiled.

Bubblegum was always a bit shy with new people, which just upped his appeal even more funnily enough. Being shown-off was practically a job of his though, and he was tuckered out from all the sitting on and crushing, so he didn't resist the girl's prodding. Jade toyed with his hair a bit, fluffy and boyish; it was so mesmerising she didn't even realise how much she was tilting her hand. The little guy came off her soft palm and landed right between her boobs. "Ohmygosh!"

His little legs kicked around, being the only parts of him not swallowed up the warm nest of cleavage. "OMG, he must like you," Brittany laughed, hiding a touch of jealousy.

"You don't mind?"

Jade's boobs were a little bigger than Brit's, enough to notice (she was probably wearing a push-up bra anyway). "Nah," she said, bouncing off the bed. Bubblegum was still thrashing around, unable to breathe anything but a mouthful of flowery skin. "Not as long as he remembers who his owner is." The young lady plucked him up by his adorable little butt and forced him between her own pair. Deep into the fleshy prison, deep until only one finger could follow him.

Thank God the house was air-conditioned, or he would be burning up. Her bra kept her sultry breasts tight together, making sure he, and any vague chance of him escaping, was sealed in there nice and tight. The things he put up with to please his owner...

"You're really bad," Jade snickered, which made Brittany playfully roll her eyes.

"I said before, he loves me~"

Brittany thumbed the waistband of her pants and wiggled her chest in just the right way to make him fall from out, down her crop-top, and just barely into her cute shorts, head still poking out. She picked him up and slotted him casually into her cleavage again. Not deep enough that he couldn't breathe this time, however.

"Wow, you're, like, totally skilled at that."

"Yeah, I know," she said with a flick of her hair. The blonde girl was an expert at smug.

"You, like, have to convince my mom to get me one. She says I'm not responsible enough, but I totally am."

"Yoga?" Brittany interjected, holding up a furled up mat from under her bed.

"Sure? Can I borrow your pants?"

"You know it, babe."

"Aww, thanks. Anyway, mom thinks I'm, like..."

---

The huge window in the living room let the girls feel like they were outside while in the comfort of the AC. Brit took the lead, being the host, and the relaxing music really helped them meditate. "Okay, now, Child's Pose," she instructed. They both drew in their legs, with their breasts pushing against their knees. For Bubblegum, still tucked away in his owner's cleavage, this squeezed him even tighter, compressing him between the deliciously supple flesh. Her new bra was a bit more 'ventilated' than the one previous, but nothing could help when he was totally sandwiched by her glowing skin. Brit was confident this was good for Bubblegum, she had read some article online about how 'Doing Yoga with a Tiny Can, Like, Totally Realign Their Chakras Too!' or something.

The young ladies always inhaled in tandem, deeply, methodically; the breathless boy was jealous. "Okay, Cobra Pose."

The tiny could feel his owner's heartbeat as they went through the poses one by one, sometimes being squeezed by the hefty masses as the position dictated. Brittany had a habit of stashing him somewhere on her person and going about her business. He'd be lying if he said he hated all of it; Brittany was spoiled rotten but she definitely knew how to stay in shape.

"Something wrong?" Jade asked, ass in the air, looking over her shoulder at her friend pushing off the mat.

"Just stay there."

Brittany pulled the little guy from her breasts in a much less convoluted way and in a few short barefoot slaps stood over her friend. "Just lay flat," she instructed. When Jade was nice and level Brit positioned the little pet right between her friend's yoga pants-popping butt cheeks (confident that it wasn't as nice as her own).

"Oh my God!"

"Don't wiggle him too much! And stay still." Brit sashayed over with that tasty arc in her hips and snatched the phone from her handbag.

"Oh my God, Brit!" Jade started giggling.

"I said stay still! Your butt keeps jiggling."

She obeyed, but kept tight lips. Bubblegum was really wedged in there, his body folded up between the polyester mounds like a little bow on a present. Brittany's smirk angled past the phone, burning a blush on his cute little face, which made the whole photo come together. 'TCH'. "How's this?"

Jade hemmed and hawed over the photo. "Nah, my butt looks too big."

Luckily Bubblegum was still back there, going nowhere fast, blushing. She took a new angle, higher, zoomed a little further out.

"No, now my butt looks too small!"

The two girls played photographer, trying to get the most flattering shot of the tiny smothered between the healthy cheeks. They tried different angles, poses, filters, everything to make it as appealing as possible. "Yep! It's perf!" Jade beamed, sitting up on the mat, right on top of Bubblegum. He could only hear muffled chattering about captions and tags from under here; Brittany was right, Jade's butt wasn't as nice, and the tiny amount of give that she lacked made being under her even more difficult.

As soon as it was uploaded, captioned with a peach emoji, their phones came alive with pings from insta, and they took a breather. Social media was even more exhausting than yoga. "Eww, I need a pedi."

"Same."

They looked into each other's eyes and just knew. They both popped up and looked around for a bit - Brittany eventually noticed her little toy plastered between her ditsy friend's cheeks, which put her into another fit of giggles. One in which Jade joined. "Come on little guy," his owner said after calming down and peeling him off, "Spa time~"

---

Being the height of a bottle of nail varnish on a good day, holding a nail brush was, at best, unwieldy. He was... 'well-trained' by Brittany, however, so he knew how to lay on strokes at the right consistency. The doubling of toes made this session a bit tougher, but he needed to do they told him to.

"And then I said, 'No. Way. That colour does *not* match your eyes at all.'"

Not that either of them was paying attention. He grunted as he painted their nails - a nice, tasteful white for Brittany's sun-kissed skin, and a dark black for Jade, being paler. Both girls had cute, girly feet that looked pretty in pricey flip-flops, but towered over him like buildings in downtown. He was glad their slender toes were angled towards him, just so he the tiniest chance of being in his reach.

"She did not say that?! Like she knows? As if."

Physical labour like this made him nostalgic for his time in the facility, where he really was a pampered little thing. Almost as much as the people he now served. He still remembered the day he was bought, and how Brittany was salivating over and begging 'daddy' to buy him... Bubblegum was snapped from his daydreaming when he heard the shutter of a phone camera, and the high-pitched giggling behind it.

Jade scrolled through all the notifications from their yoga picture before posting her newest snap, captioned 'Spa day 😍💅💅' with a series of increasingly demeaning tags. "I am so~ jealous of you, Brit. I can't believe my mom won't let me get one."

"I'm sure once she sees how much fun they are she'll totally get you one! Bring her over and I'll make bubblegum give HER a pedi!" They both burst out laughing before changing the subject, and leaving their servant to work.

When he was done, their toes were gorgeously painted, and Bubblegum hoped they didn't notice so he had time to relax.

"Aww," Jade cooed, unfortunately noticing him doubled over and panting.

"Good job, little guy! How about you show Jade how good I taught you to rub feet?"

"No way?"

"Yes way! He's, like, talented."

Simultaneously, four gigantic feet eagerly rose and landed on the pricey living room table with a hearty 'thunk'. They revealed their tender, wrinkled undersides; Cali sun and yoga had put a bit of fluff in the print and plush crevices. Bubblegum felt so inadequate whenever Brittany made him rub her feet. He felt so small, like a mere mortal in the presence of a higher power. You'd think after spending his whole life either preparing for or living among humans he would have gotten used to it, but he still felt the overwhelming power disparity between him and these 'goddesses'. Anyway, he had a job to do, and an owner to please.

"Ooh, he tickles," Jade giggled, taken a bit unaware.

"Well duh, his hands are tiny. You get used to it though."

She shrugged her shoulders, and sure enough, she did. It settled in that she was getting a foot rub from such a tiny cutie like him, and there was something luxurious about it, something powerful. Like Brittany, Jade's parents were well-off, very well-off, she wasn't a stranger to being treated like a princess, but this minor extravagance went that little bit further. "Mmmm, this is so good," she moaned, wiggling her toes.

"Think about how great it will be when you get your own! OMG, we could have, like, play-dates or something! Our tinies could be friends!"

Bubblegum tuned out their particular frequency of vocal-fry and focused on pleasing 'Princess' Jade. Her feet were the tiniest bit more petite than Brittany's, not that it made any substantial difference. Hers were just as soft, just as well taken care of, just as pampered and pedi'd and pretty as her owner's. They were just as exhausting to rub as well, and he felt his rather delicate little body begin to sting and tire.

"Okay, Bubblegum," Brittany chirped, clapping like he was a dog, "My feet now." And he could tell she was excited with how much they wiggled. He crawled over and went to work on Brittany, while they continued their vapid conversation; Jade seemed to miss him however, which was flattering in a way. The topics of discussion hadn't changed all day. The tiny just pushed into the yielding skin of Brittany's heel, not even knowing how to eavesdrop when topics of fashion came up.

"It's so~o nice today, we should, like, totally catch some rays."

"You are so right!"

They both hopped up, the varnish long since drying, and left Bubblegum in the dust. He wasn't taken again until Brittany quickly zipped past, now in a stylish black bikini and matching hat. "You need to work on your tan too little guy."

---

Despite her promise of helping him brown-up, there wasn't much light in the gap between her thighs, where he sat rubbing lotion - a little caveat apparently. They lounged around on sunbeds by the pool, baking in the afternoon sun, almost too relaxed to chatter. Almost.

In the shaded gap between her legs, he was sat quite close to Brittany's privates - not as close as he had been, but still noticeable. She'd never do anything too overtly lewd while a friend was around, at least. After the supple skin of her bulging inner thighs was nice and oily he climbed over and began applying it to the rest of her shapely legs. Exposed, he felt the force of the afternoon Cali sun. Lotion had probably seeped into his skin by this point, so he was hopefully fine.

"If you get your own tiny Jade I'd totally help you break him in. Bubblegum was a sweetie right from the start though."

Bubblegum continued his job unimpeded, moving across the bronze landscape of his owner's gorgeous body as the sun gradually set. There was only a minor hiccup when she rolled over to expose her back and left him squirming underneath her breast for a good five minutes. Brittany was simply too massive to cover, and he felt like he was barely making progress, especially over the massive field of her shoulders and back. Applying lotion was mind-numbing work, and he was tired throughout the whole course of it.

"Didn't, like, Jessica have a party tonight?"

"Umm... wasn't that on Saturday?"

"It is Saturday..."

As if connected psychically the titanic valley girls shot up in unison, sending Bubblegum tumbling down the ridges of a gigantic back. Within a few minutes they were dressed in cute outfits that coordinated well with their fresh pedis and zoomed off, leaving the gigantic house eerily silent and Bubblegum still reeling on the empty lounge; the sun was low enough and red enough for him to be comfortable. Well... he may as well rest up.

---

The Bubblegum napped soundly all afternoon, until the sun had almost set. In the still warm evening a few booms warned of the coming of another giant human. It woke him, and instinctively readied him to serve. The only remaining human in the entire house this Saturday evening was Brittany's mother, who strut out to her pool and hovered her thunderhead sized derriere over the tiny, completely unaware.

It was obvious where her daughter got her stunning looks, and minus a few years and a few pounds (in all the right places) they looked remarkably similar; she was the kind of woman acronyms were made for. The gigantic mother collapsed into the unoccupied sunbed and crossed two chunky wedge-clad feet at the ankles. This marked a hat-trick for Bubble, crushed by three colossal butts in one day. "Oh?" she said, rescuing him from under her. "Oh! Bubblegum," she cooed (her voice was also a few notes down the register from her daughter).

The cute boy waved at her wearily. He was very willing to forgive the accidental crushing, because Brittany's mother was one of the few things that kept him going.

"Tough day with the girls, right hunnie?" The way her head tilted, hoop-earrings swaying, was mesmerising.

"Yeah..." His first and only word for the day.

The middle-aged woman appreciated the cutie-pie in a way only a mother could, and felt a bit of nostalgia over him from her younger days with her own adorable little pet tiny - she always regretted being on the 'rougher' side when playing with him, and wanted to make up for it, somehow. "Well relax now, darling, they're gone."

Her voice was so comforting he couldn't help but take her sage advice, especially when she tucked him between her breasts, squeezed in a warm red one-piece. She sipped on a Long Island Iced Tea and watched him curl up, cute as anything. "We have the house to ourselves tonight, sweetie," she teased. The suggestive timbre in her voice wasn't hard to pick up on; even more overt was the way she pressed her chest together in a way he absolutely couldn't ignore.

After an entire day spent being smothered and swallowed up between various parts of the female anatomy, he was beat, but also goddamn if he wasn't horny. He was still a tiny after all, and it was his job to please. Bubblegum slowly dragged himself further into the swimsuit, a polyester circus tent propped up by her chest. From there the tiny clambered up her 'under-boob' and folded his arms around the teat, which stiffened to make another, smaller tent.

Her daughter may have been a Princess, but she was a Queen. Sipping on her drink in the sunset, whole night to herself, boy-toy around her nipple; life was good.

---

Bubblegum spent the entire evening crawling around the scarlet one-piece, following where he was directed, as he often did. Brittany's mother was a lot more generous than her daughter however, and seemed to obey the principle of 'I pet you, you pet me' in a very fair way. After dark, and two strong drinks, they moved inside, into the gigantic living room that was more than private enough.

"You look so tired, hunnie..." the colossal cougar growled, batting her heavy, dark eyelids. "Such a good boy..."

Bubblegum was cornered, propped against the armrest, his boxers long since gone - he was the perfect prey for the gigantic predator.

"A hard worker like you deserves a reward. How about it, huh?"

The young man nodded vigorously, bracing himself for what was next. Brittany's mother tasted her little snack slowly. Her heavy breath washed over him, out the luscious lips slowly making their way up his legs. There wasn't enough of her drinks left on her breath to get him drunk, only to smooth out the fear and make him nice and malleable for the tongue winding its way over his scrumptious little form. Like his namesake, he was being chewed into by the colossal woman, gently nibbling him, sucking on him like candy. If her mouth wasn't full she'd probably be cooing over how cute he was. It was so overwhelming the little thing melted. Not just physically, from the heat, but mentally, as his brain turned to mush. An entire day of teasing built up to this one moment, half-swallowed by buxom lips, with each moan going through his body. It took one especially delicious stroke of the tongue to make him pop.

Brittany's mother swallowed, careful not to suck him down too, and let his slippery body emerge from her sultry mouth. "How was that?"

Bubblegum was swimming too much to answer, but the contented look on his face told her everything she needed to know.

The tired cutie-pie was pressed into the lady's generous cleavage again, nice and pillowy, ready to sleep while she continued to enjoy her stress-free night. Being the pet of spoiled girl never seemed so bad, when he was being spoiled too.