While you maneuvered your way to the other side of the affected seating area, intending to keep a distant eye on your nephew's upcoming date, you heard the chime of the Holly Grounds front door swinging open. It could've been anyone, but at the possibility of it being Aiden's crush, you swiveled your head to get a good look...and your heart promptly skipped a beat.
The woman was almost a complete mirror of your good friend Ashley Parker, especially when Ashley was in her early twenties and attending Weston. Physically, she was outstandingly curvaceous, rocking an hourglass figure with pronounced curves that jostled and swayed in her tight attire. She was wearing a form-fitting scoop-necked tee that left a fair bit of cleavage on display, and left bare two inches of her cutely chubby tummy. Below, she was wearing skinny jeans so tight they may as well have been painted on, and designer boots. Her wavy brunette hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her hazel eyes contrasted with the touch of red lipstick on her plump, full lips.
Her appearance was incredible, but that wasn't what had caused your heart to skip a beat. No, instead it had been the girl's tee, or rather the design on it.
Two hearts, side-by-side, with a silhouette of an affected man inside one heart and an affected woman in the other. Above the hearts, a pair of pink puckered lips. Below the hearts, the phrase 'Proud to Be LAT'. It was officially merchandise of the Love All Tinies club, an all-female group on the Weston campus that had sprung up a few years back, and was infamous for all the wrong reasons as far as you were concerned.
Love All Tinies only had two qualifications for joining their little club, though in your head it was more like three. One, girls wanting to join needed to prove that they loved tinies like no one else, and that they valued and treasured them as adorable little people. Two, they needed to demonstrate that their love wasn't 'mean' and 'hurtful' like the CTC or the Omega Gamma Phi sorority, and that they saw tinies as living beings in need of care and support. Officially, those were the only two stipulations.
Based on your observations of their little club, it seemed like there was a third stipulation: All members must be as airheaded and ditzy as they are thicc.
You'd witnessed the club before, most often at Riley's sports events, and everytime they made you shake your head in disbelief. Not only was each member unbelievably attractive and bursting at the seams with curvy heft, but their entire forty-plus member group seemed to share a single brain cell between them. They seemed utterly oblivious as to how strongly they came on in their pursuit of 'loving' and 'caring for' tinies, nor did they notice they often left more destruction in their wake then helpfulness. You'd witnessed countless times of them demolishing the affected-only seating at sports events, among other face-palm-worthy accidents.
You couldn't totally hate them. For all their accidents, they really did support the affected on campus, and sometimes even managed to keep them safe from the sorority or other nefarious individuals. They also, despite sharing some similarities, weren't like those brainwashed CTC addicts who believed tinies were best used as clothing and toys for their 'own good'. The LAT members really did love tinies, even if they got a little overzealous in showing it, and it was to their credit that they weren't the second-coming of Amy Baker or anything like that.
But you'd spent years of your childhood growing up alongside Ashley, a girl who absolutely would've joined LAT had it been around when she was in school. You knew the kind of suffering an affected could endure by attracting the attention of a well-meaning but clueless ditz, and you sometimes still had flashbacks to the summer Ashley had gotten you smushed between her breasts in June, only to forget you'd fallen into her cleavage and you spent two months trapped in that sweaty fleshy pit of darkness. She'd only laughed about it when it was all done, the girl having no idea how actually rough it was to be a tiny, and that something that was fun for her wasn't always (usually never) fun for you too.
Abandoning your drink, you sprinted back across the counter top, making it over to Aiden's side just as his date approached.
"Aw, hey little guy!" The titanic girl cooed down at Aiden. "You must be my little Aiden, huh? Gawd, you're, like, a total cutie!" She giggled, and you watched as Aiden nearly collapsed from over-stimulation at the attention this admittedly beautiful girl was showering him with. His face was bright red, and he kept trying to speak only to fail.
"H-Hello..." He finally managed, only to burn brighter as his crush oohed-and-aahed at his nervousness. She sat down on the stool in front of the counter, and beamed at him.
"OMG, you're so nervous, little guy! That's, like, sooooo cute, you don't even know!" She giggled. "Anyway, my name is Tiffany Tillman. On that dating app, my name is set to PrincessTiffTiff, so I figured you should know my full name. But, like, please call me 'Tiff', cuz it's like, so much cuter!" She wrinkled her nose as she smiled down at your nephew. "But not as cute as you, though, little Aidy!"
Impossibly, Aiden seemed to only blush harder at the nickname he'd just been bequeathed.
(Of course, Aiden already knew more about Tiff than she thought he did. While to her their connection on the Weston student dating app was random, he'd purposefully sought her out after seeing her on campus. Something about her eager enthusiastic love of tinies had appealed to him, no doubt because he'd spent all his life around women he was related to either familial-wise or figuratively, so the idea of a beautiful girl showering him in attention was appealing. Now that she was before him, though, he found himself starstruck and mentally slow to process that his dream date was coming true.)
You finally reached your nephew, sparing him a quick smile before turning to Tiff. "Hello, Tiff. My name is Matt, and I--"
"OMG, wait, what?" Tiff sat up straighter. "I get, like, two little cuties to myself for this day? Really? That's so totally amazing, we can have a double-date!" Tiff paused. "Or, wait, there's still only one of me. I guess it'd be, like, a double-single date? Huh." She suddenly chuckled, and then cupped her hands under the massive swell of her abundant chest. She began to shake her breasts. "I do have two of these girls, so maybe it will be a double-date after all!" She laughed innocently.
Aiden's jaw dropped at the brazen display of Tiff's tan flesh rippling as she shook her breasts, and you rolled your hearts. Your nephew truly was innocent and naïve. Now, your younger self might've been struck by Tiff's beauty, true, but you were a married adult at this point, and so her charms had no effect on you. Which was good, because judging by your brief impression of Tiff, you'd need all the mental fortitude you could muster to hold a conversation with the cute-but-dense girl.
"Tiff, no. My name is matt, and I'm Aiden's uncle. I'm just here as a chaperone."
The brunette giggled. "Chaperone? Isn't it, like, a little early in the day for alcohol, cutie?" She tapped her chin. "And we're, like, totally in a coffee place, right? I don't, like, think they'd have any alcohol here."
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "That's not what I meant, Tiff. I just--"
"Ooh, wait, you said uncle? Lemme see." Tiff grinned as she leaned forward to peer down at you. "Oh, you really are older. And pretty hot, too, little stud. Life's, like, been kind to you, huh, Matty?" She giggled, at you winced at hearing the same old nickname Ashley had given you during your years of being her unrequited crush. "But, like, don't worry! I'll keep my love towards little Aidy, cuz older guys are a little not my style. I mean, like, I love all tinies, cuz I'm in the Love All Tinies club, duh! But I leave the tiny daddies to my bestie, Silvie. You should meet her, she'd have some super good fun with you!"
You quickly held up your hands. "Uh, n-no, no. I'm not meeting your friend, I'm actually married to--"
"Anyway!" Tiff cut you off, seemingly having not heard you. She locked her pretty eyes on Aiden, who looked set to melt under her warm but flirtatious gaze. "We should head to our dating place, huh? Get outta this cutesy but kinda crampy coffee shop?"
Aiden snapped out of his attracted stupor for the first time. "Uh...I thought this was where we agreed to meet up?"
Tiff nodded, but in that way parents do when their child is saying something silly. "Of course, Aidy. And now we, like, met up! So we gotta go somewhere more fun! Isn't it too stuffy in here for a first date? Besides, I kinda don't like how the boss of this place kicked a few of my friends out, like Silvie. She said they were being 'too aggressive with their flirting', but that's so silly! How can you be too aggressive with a tiny? Tinies were, like, born to be loved and doted on, and they always enjoy when we play with them!"
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