It hadn’t been an easy life for Leroy. While his childhood was a simple one, his growth into a teen had proven to be quite different from that of anyone else. Upon hitting puberty, Leroy started to undergo a strange condition that resulted in his body shrinking down by several inches. At first, it wasn’t much of an issue with him being able to somewhat control it and revert to his original height; but as the years went by, the severity of his condition only increased. Each passing month, his school, friends, and family all had to make constant changes to how they interacted with and handled Leroy. From simply helping to reach something that was once accessible the month prior to custom fitting desks and beds for him to better reach, he was hardly given any time to simply relax in a consistent state of both size and living. As his highschool years came to a close, he could hardly keep himself at just a foot tall and he slowly drifted into a state of woe. Despite being fairly smart and succeeding in many of his classes, his size was a clear limitation that would greatly affect his options going forward, and if it were to continue, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do anything. Some hope seemed to finally shine upon the small guy at the age of 22 however. Whatever the reason may be, he had finally stopped getting smaller, and while that was great news, it would’ve been even greater news if it had happened several years ago. He was practically a bug at this point, with his max height being a mere inch tall if he managed to focus himself. Given enough mental stress or distraction however, his body could find itself at an even smaller size, thankfully stopping entirely at about one millimeter. As one would guess, such a size proved to make everyday living much harder. The few bright sides however were that his smaller body required a vastly lessened amount of food and water; and in addition to that, he had found his tiny size to be quite durable, managing to shrug off accidentally being stepped on several times without so much as a scratch. This didn’t mean that he was invincible by any means, but it did mean that there was much less need to worry over his physical well being. However, when it came to things such as applying for a job, he was either rejected or ignored as the thought of a miniature employee was both laughable and admittedly complicated for any company to try and deal with. Even at home, his family had essentially kicked him out of his original room; wanting to better utilize the space that he couldn’t, he was instead placed  within what was essentially a custom doll house. It was all seeming rather hopeless for little Leroy, who didn’t even know what he could reasonably aspire for. One day, as he was moping about in thought of what to do with himself, Leroy noticed a commercial playing on the tv. It was advertising the arrival of a traveling circus known as “Beyond the Bizarre ''. An array of talented individuals were shown on screen, from gymnasts to magicians to even clowns. What really caught Leroy’s attention however was that they were not just advertising the show, but looking to encourage any people with special talents or unique abilities to try and join them as they were always in search of new acts to bring to their audiences. This was just the opportunity that Leroy was in need of. Sure, any standard business could disregard him for his size, but in a group full of wackos, he was sure to fit in!

Wasting no more time, Leroy had his family set up a call and with no hesitation, an appointment was made for them to meet up with such an interesting little individual just a day before the circus was about to finish setting up for the show. Leroy was set up with an assistant who helped drive him over to the circus' location. Upon arriving, he was carried into one of the many tent-like structures, and by the looks of it, this one in particular seemed to contain corridors that went in all sorts of directions, with doors scattered along the way. Leroy was simply in awe, both at the mere sight of how massive this place was for him and the fact that he was even here to begin with. It was a very new idea for him to even consider being a part of something like this, and now that he was here, he felt himself grow nervous as he was brought through a very vibrant door with the word “Candy” written on the outside. The assistant gave it a few knocks and after a few seconds, the door slammed wide open, nearly colliding with the person who carried Leroy, with the force of the door almost sending him flying off their hand. Not a second later, a brightly colored figure rushed through, startling the assistant to the point that why would’ve fallen back if the same figure didn’t grab them by the hand and spin them back onto their feet. The figure gave off a curious stare towards the assistant, a bit confused as to if they were the one she had been expecting, but as they presented their open hand, she was in shock to see the miniscule man before her.

Coming out of his daze, Leroy jumped in place at the sight of a large, bright blue eye that hovered just a few inches over him. “Wowsers, would you look at that! When they told me some tiny man was coming in, I was expecting something along the lines of some two foot midget, but you’re WAAAAY smaller.” The eye pulled back and Leroy was given a much clearer view of what was apparently some sort of clownette. Starting from the top was a lengthy mess of rainbow colored hair that spiraled all over the place. A comically small blue hat was barely noticeable atop the rainbow forest. Her face was coated in a white paint, with a glossy pink eyeshadow underneath her left eye, and a blue gloss on the right. Her cheeks were matched with glossy blue and pink circles respectively; even her lips were glossed up, with a blue top lip and pink bottom. And of course, the most iconic feature on her face, a bright red, spherical nose. Continuing down, she wore a very baggy shirt, covered in rainbow stripes, with a similarly baggy pair of overalls, however despite the oversized attire, there were evident hints at the hidden curves she had within. Finally, in addition to all of that, she wore an overly large pair of white gloves, matched only by an overly large pair of red shoes that squeaked whenever she moved. Overall, she was a very beautiful woman, even with all the nonsense that she was wearing; Leroy could hardly keep himself from looking. Perhaps he was looking her over a bit longer than he thought though as the woman went on to honk her nose, looking to get his attention. “So, you gonna stand there gawking at me like you’ve never seen a woman before or are we gonna get things going?”

Leroy was caught in the headlights, his cheeks going red as he tried to come up with an excuse for his ogling, only managing a nye inaudible stutter. “HA, I’m only messing with ya little guy. You think you’re the first to stare? I’m a clown, the whole point is to look at me. Anywho, seeing as we barely got a day to work with, we should probably get a move on.” She extended one of her white gloved hands, gesturing to be given the little guy. The assistant shrugged and nonchalantly dropped Leroy into her hand, not really caring to stick around any longer as she made her way out. The puffy fingers closed up, sealing him within the gloved fist. With that, the colorful clown skipped her way back into her room with no care in the world for the little guy being swung about within her hand. Thankfully, the inflated nature of the glove provided plenty of cushioning, leaving him to only be a bit shaken up by the time she made it inside. Leroy felt everything shift over as she opened her hand, allowing the tiny to tumble out and fall flat on top of a hard surface.

Wobbling to his feet, he came to guess that he was on top of some sort of desk. It was pressed up against the wall with a lit up mirror right above it. He took a look at the reflection and was surprised to see that aside from himself, there was a vast assortment of makeup scattered across the desk. From containers of paint, lipsticks, and brushes to things he didn’t even recognize, it was like being in some strange little city. Beyond the various aromas that came from the beauty products, there was a hint of sweetness in the air, as well as something that smelled almost buttery, akin to that of cotton candy mixed with popcorn? It was a bit odd, but given where he was, it was probably something he’d have to get used to if he were to work here. A looming shadow took him out of thought as he looked back around to see the clown’s figure standing before him. Without warning, she slammed her hands on either side of Leroy before firmly planting her caboose on a small wooden stool that creaked upon impact. “So you’re the little munchkin who thinks he has what it takes to join our circus? Gotta say, we’ve got all sorts of talent around here. Seeing as you’re barely an inch tall, you probably can’t really work as a main act. Heck, I don’t know if I’d even be able to notice you if I didn’t just drop you there, so we’ll have to find some use for you as an assistant for now. I’m sure we’ll find something that you can do for us. Maybe one day, you’ll hear the crowd cheering your name; oh right! You can call me Candy. It’s kinda like my stage name. What’s yours?”

Leroy was having trouble focusing on her question. The clown apparently had the habit of waving her hands about to emphasize her words, and while a simple gesture for her, it was a chaotic one for the bug man as the large gloves sent sticks of lip gloss toppling over, keeping him on his toes to avoid being pinned under one. “Oh, uh, my name is Leroy.”

Candy tilted her head curiously. She could see Leroy’s mouth move, but couldn’t really hear anything. She leaned forward, but as her head came closer, so did her chest. It was like a pair of wrecking balls that came in swinging. Even if he could will himself to try, there was no avoiding it. The rainbow clad bosom knocked Leroy a good five inches back. His small frame wasn’t even felt by the colossal clown as she brought her head over his body, brushing her hair to the side as she presented her ear to Leroy. “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“My name is Leroy!”

Delighted to finally hear him, she pulled herself back “Oh, that’s a cute name, but I meant your stage name. Leroy is nice and all, but you’d be much more recognizable if we had something fun to go along with the circus. It can be a silly gimmick or maybe something to do with what makes you unique. Got any ideas?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t really think about that. I’m sure I can think of something, just give me a minute.”

As she was sitting upright in her stool, she once again could not distinguish any of the words that left Leroy's lips. “Gonna have to stop whatever it is you’re trying to tell me. I can’t tell what you’re saying. We’re gonna have to come up with some work around that cause I can’t be leaning over you in the middle of a crowd to talk.” Despite the posed issue, Candy couldn’t help but to smile in some amusement as Leroy seemed to make an attempt at getting louder for her. It made little difference, as she could maybe hear every fifth squeak, but still, seeing a little man trying so hard to get her attention was so cute, she could hardly keep her eyes off him. It could certainly prove a fun guessing game if they were to have some more time to mess around. “Heh, it’s like I’m trying to talk with a flea~”

“Ah! That’s it! Hahaha! Come one, come all, see the man turned flea, Flearoy! It’s perfect! Hahaha!” The clown nearly fell back, holding her gut as she let out a hearty laugh. While not too far off from the truth, the name was humiliating. There had to have been a better option than that; but Leroy couldn’t even get a word in as Candy was hysterical, finding both the name as well as herself to be hilarious to the point that a few snortled breaths let loose. There was clearly no point in trying to argue it for now as she’d definitely made up her mind about it. All Leroy could do was wait for her to settle down. Just as she did though, instead of waiting to hear his opinion of the name, she pinched the little guy between her fingers. Jumping out of her seat, she made her way over to a small fridge. She grabbed a few things then went back to the stool where Leroy went from being smothered between her fingers to being dropped to the center of the stool, Leroy was starting to question whether Candy was the ideal person to be training him if she was going to so carelessly drop him everywhere. “Good thing you don’t smush as easily as a flea, right? It would’ve been a deal breaker if I had to watch out for every little thing I did just to make sure you were alright.” What started off as a potential half compliment on his durability instead sent a chilling thought for Leroy to ponder. She had no way of knowing beforehand that he was this durable. Was she just going to be this rough with him regardless? What if he wasn’t so resistant? Did she not care about what could’ve happened to him?

“Alright Flearoy, while I’d love to mess around a bit more, we should probably get started on finding some things for you to get involved in. Since you’re with me, you’re gonna help with my whole clown act. I’m thinking since you’re new, we’ll keep it simple and test out some very old, very classic, and yet all the same entertaining gags that are staples for a clown’s act.” Candy then went on to toss what was in her arms into the air before flawlessly managing to catch and toss each item back up into the air in such a fluent motion. It was in his stunned amazement at the talent being displayed that allowed him to get a glimpse of what it was she was juggling. Five cream pies were being flung about in the air, and Candy didn’t even seem to be paying attention to them. She just knew when and where to throw and catch each one without fault. Her real focus seemed to be on the tiny audience before her. She relished in her own skill and seeing the shock and awe that it could bring to others was invigorating. “I don’t see your lips moving, so I take it you like the show~?” A slight nod from the flea boy was enough to fill her ego, and she couldn’t help but to smirk as she set up her next move. “As you can see, this alone is enough to catch a crowd’s attention. The mixed want to see that I can do it, and whether or not I’ll drop one brings a sort of anticipation that gets everyone’s adrenaline going. Even so, regardless of how long I could do, the mix of a little chaos is what’ll really hook them, so there has to be some instances where a ‘mistake’ is made.”

As she said this, she launched all five pies up into the air before bringing her hands behind her back and leaning in close to Jak. “Now we panic!” The crazed clown cackled as she swirled to the side, narrowly avoiding the first pie to come crashing to the floor. Leroy was amazed to watch her weave through the next three pies with such grace; perhaps a bit too amazed as he failed to pay attention to the final pie. Its shadow grew over the seat of the stool, and by the time Leroy took notice, he only had a half second to look up and watch as It splatted atop the stool, burying him beneath the sweet mess.

Meanwhile, Candy simply stood a few feet in front of the stool with her eyes closed, her arms wide open, and a wide grin across her face as she had expected the final pie to land right on top of her head. Given the sound of the splatter though, and the lack of anything on her, it appeared as though her aim was a tad off. She opened an eye, curiously looking to find out what had happened. Upon seeing that the pie had made its way over to where Jak had been standing, she let out a slight gasp, followed by her cheeks puffing up as she tried, but failed, to contain her laughter. “Hahaha, sorry about that! You ok?” She lifted the tin and tossed it to the floor. She poked and prodded the cream until her finger came across a slightly more solid speck that had been caught amongst it all. The speck, along with a glob of the sweet whipping cream was scooped up along the tip of one of her fingers. She was almost certain that Leroy was somewhere within there, as she could see some sort of movement coming from within, likely from an overwhelmed tiny flea boy who was trying to break free from his sugary confines.

Little Leroy flailed about within the mound of cream, unready to find himself both pinned and trapped. The soft nature of the substance allowed for some movement, but the sheer quantity that surrounded him made it to where he was hardly able to make any form of progress. Each swish of an arm or leg would clear up a bit of space that would simply fill in with more cream. At the very least, aside from being a mess, he wasn’t really hurt, and he had to admit that although this wasn’t the most ideal, the cream at least tasted pretty good. Even so, he’d have to think of something if Candy wasn’t coming to his rescue, but just as he was about to rethink of a way to make it out, he felt himself being moved and brought upwards in an abrupt motion. He couldn’t tell what was going on, but a vast amount of the weight left him. He wriggled about, wishing to take hold of this newfound opportunity to free himself, showing much greater progress than before. Soon enough, he was able to push forth and his head popped out from the whipped glob. His vision was a bit blurred as he was still well coated in cream, but he could still make out something just a few meters before him. He wiped up his face, and upon taking a second look, he found that a pair of plush, pink and blue lips were parting before him. Not only were they opening up, revealing a frighteningly large set of teeth, but he could feel himself being brought in closer! “C-Candy, wait! I'm in here! Stop!”

Of course she knew that he was somewhere in there, but if anything, that only made her more interested to sample a taste. Her tongue poked out, and Leroy was blinded once more as the moist muscle pressed right into his face. Any further attempts to call out to her were muffled, and while he tried to push himself away, her tongue further dove in beneath him. With one simple lick, the cream on her finger, along with Leroy was cleaned right off and being brought back into her awaiting maw. Everything grew dark so quick as Leroy was pulled in, and as soon as her lips came to a close, he was pressed up against the roof of her mouth. Candy’s tongue steamrolled the length of his body, licking him clean of any sweet cream and replacing it with a warm coating of her saliva. Despite the somewhat gross sensation of having his body soaked in tongue juice, it was probably safe for him to assume that she at least knew where he was, which for now was a good thing. He could hear the remnants of whip cream slide off him and plummet to what was certainly a worse fate down her throat, something that gave him some gratitude to simply be getting a tongue bath instead.

It had been well over five minutes since Leroy had wound up at the mercy of her tongue, and even though it had taken only a minute to clean him of the pie cream, Candy was apparently more so interested in savoring what flavors he had to offer. Even so, she knew that she was getting a bit carried away, and if things continued to work out well, she’d have ample opportunity to taste him later~. Her tongue effortlessly set the flea boy loose, allowing him to freely flop about as she swished him between her inner cheeks, giving him a swift case of vertigo. Her lips perked up and within a second, he was launched out from her lips and splattered against the soft palm of her hand. Drenched in spit, Leroy tried to sit up and wipe himself, but was immediately pinned down as she used the thumb of her glove to scrub him dry. It was rough, but only took a few seconds to remove most of the residual saliva from his body. Once dry enough, she dropped him to the floor and began walking a few feet away from him to grab something.

“I know I just gave you a bit of a break, but we gotta get a move on if you’re going to make any progress around here.” Leroy was dumbfounded by her words. Did she really think that was a break for him? Regardless, the looney woman went on and whipped out a banana. Munching it down she tossed the peel off into Leroy’s direction, narrowly missing him by just a few inches. “Everyone loves to watch someone fall, so we’re going to do a little exercise here. I’m going to pretend that I’m talking It up with the audience, and while I do that, your job is to line up the peel with me so that I slip on it. And, just to spice it up a bit, we’re gonna make use of one of these silly little things.” She whipped out a whoopie cushion, tossing it atop the stool. “Eventually, I’m gonna have to expect you to set the cushion up too, along with other gags cause it isn’t as funny if they see me putting these props down myself. If we can get you to help me out with little things like that, I won’t have to worry about where I’m supposed to be walking and how to get these things out on stage without the audience noticing. We can even make it a whole little comedic dynamic of the mischievous little Flea trying to embarrass the pretty clown. Anywho, think you can handle it Flearoy? Great!”

Assuming that he understood the objective, she turned around to face the imaginary audience. She didn’t even look back in his direction, simply walking from side to side as she went on to tell herself some terrible jokes, with the idea that it would offer Leroy enough time to get the peel moving. At this point, there wasn’t much that he could do other than go for it, and so, he took a firm grip of the peel. With all his strength, he tugged back, and to his surprise, he actually managed to shift the peel, but not enough to actually get it moving. He leaned back, trying to get some leverage as he yanked back once again, a much greater strain being put onto his little muscles, and excitedly enough, the peel started to move. It obviously wasn’t by much, maybe a millimeter or two, but still, it was more progress than he had expected to make. Maybe four jokes in and he had successfully repositioned the peel by a full inch! 

While he struggled about on the ground, Candy took a slight glance behind herself to see how the flea was doing. To be honest, from where she stood, it didn’t look like much had changed, but at least it looked as though he was trying. Maybe after a while he’d get the hang of it. “Oh well~” She swirled around and made her way toward the peel. Sure, she could’ve said something to signal that she was coming, but the squeak of her shoes was probably enough to get his attention. Besides, he’d have to get used to knowing when to get out of the way; although if she was being honest with herself, she kind of hoped that he wouldn’t notice. Just in case, she kicked off her shoes, hoping to cushion the blow if he did manage to find himself under her. Her feet, now only covered up in some well worn pink and blue socks came a stomping toward the peel, leaving a small sweat print at every step. While she was right in that her socks would certainly be a softer blow than the bottom of her shoe, she had failed to think on how much quieter her steps were without the squeaky clank of them. As a result, her relatively soft footfalls fell upon deaf ears as little Flearoy was fully focused on moving the peel as much as he could to prove his worth. It wasn’t until he noticed a lack of terrible puns that he came to look back toward where Candy had been, only to be met with a pink sole that eclipsed him in its shadow. Her toes wriggled about as if to wave at him before coming down and smashing into both the flea boy and the peel. There was absolutely no chance of escape for either, with half of the peel completely squishing beneath her weight, meanwhile Leroy had found himself firmly wedged up against her sock clad toes. The weight that pressed down upon him was enough to cause some panic as the air was forced out of him, leaving him to give out a weak scream that came out to more of a muffled wheeze as he tried to grasp back at the lost air. Unfortunately for him, the sweat that had been building up between her toes was already being squeezed out, so not only was Leroy being given a musky little salt bath, the nasty foot sweat managed it’s way into his mouth, leaving him with little option other than to force it down his throat if he wanted another chance to breathe in some actual air.

Up above, Candy had completely forgotten about the whole gag. She hadn’t expected to have felt Flearoy, even if he did manage to find himself under her, but here she was, fully able to feel his little movements as he struggled to free himself from underneath her. Even through all the makeup, her cheeks could be seen with a faint tint of red. She could only image what he must be thinking right now, being pinned beneath a clown’s toes with no one but her to be the wiser. It was enough to fluster her, and yet she also found the situation to just be all too comical. She wanted nothing more than to drag this out even further, but she knew that she’d have to hold herself back for just a little while longer. As long as he could end up as a part of the circus, she’d have all the time in the world to make use of his rather unique size. Composing herself, she readjusted her position, leaning back and waving her arms about as she slid her foot forward. “Whoa!” Falling to her back, her foot kicked upwards, launching both the battered remnants of the peel and Leroy up into the air.

While the peel simply splattered elsewhere upon the ground, Leroy kept going, hurtling through the air until he came to a surprisingly soft landing. His body even bounced a few times before coming to a full stop. All that flying through the air had left him a bit dazzled, and the freedom to breathe in some cleaner air was enough to make him just want to take a few minutes to recover and hopefully get the foul taste out of his mouth before Candy came up with his next task. Speaking of the clown, she had just managed to sit herself back up from the ground, trying to make it appear as though she hadn’t just been stepping on this guy for the hell of it. “Wow, great job Flearoy. I hardly saw it coming! If you keep this up, you could wind up being quite the appeeling entertainer.” Chuckling at her own pun, she looked where she had been standing, expecting to see the little flea boy there, but to her confusion, he wasn’t there. She gave a quick peak to the underside of her foot, but aside from some bits of banana and dust, there were no signs of any mite-sized individual. “Flearoy?”

Leroy was quick to sit up, hoping that it didn’t look as though he was trying to slack, even if he felt he might have deserved a bit of an actual break. To his surprise however, Candy wasn’t even in his line of sight. He tried to stand up and get a better view as to what she was up to, but nearly fell over as the surface that had cushioned his fall was proving to be a bit awkward to stand upon. He hadn’t really thought it over as to where exactly he had landed, but as he got a better footing and started to walk around. He realized where he was. Somehow, with pure dumb luck energy, Candy had managed to send him all the way over to the whoopie cushion she had placed atop the stool not too long ago. There’s no way that she could’ve planned out his landing, and he would be correct, as when she finally got up, her eyes trailed along the floor, clearly in search of him. “Hey! Candy! I’m over here!” 

Of course his words did nothing to break her focus. She was busy trying to figure out where he went until her eyes locked onto the peel that had been launched several feet away. If she had managed to send it all the way over there, then there was a good chance that she might’ve accidentally sent Leroy along with it. She made her way over, completely walking past the stool to crouch over the mangled peel. She moved the peel about, wondering where he could’ve gone, all the while he was just a few feet away, hopping atop the whoopie cushion to get her attention.  After a few call outs, Leroy decided to give it a rest. She clearly couldn’t hear him, but soon enough, she would have to make it back to the stool; and given that she was the one to place the cushion there, it was inevitable that she would wind up seeing him atop it as she went to move it. Content with the plan, Leroy went back to sitting atop the whoopie cushion. Several minutes passed by as Candy moved on from searching the peel to walking about, hoping to spot some sign of Leroy; but with no luck, she was growing a bit worried. “Alright, so clearly I’m missing something. I don’t know if we’re just running circles around each other or what, but since I’m not really sure as to where you went, I’m just gonna sit right here and you can come to me, got it?”

“Sit? What?!” Leroy jumped back up, just to see Candy making her way over to the stool. He must’ve misheard something cause here she was, about to see- and she’s turning around… Had she seriously forgotten?! “Candy?! CANDY!!!”  He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the only thing he got in return was an overwhelming view of her behind. The baggy overalls that loosely hung about came to tighten up and hug her rear as it bent over the stool. Her true curvature was made very clear to Leroy as her denim clad rear eclipsed him. There was no stopping it, and as Candy kicked her legs up, she allowed the full weight of her rear to come slamming down upon Leroy, sandwiching him between her ample cheeks and the whoopie cushion that had no chance in resisting her weight. All at once, the trapped air within was forced out. Ppppllllrrrrppsssst

Caught off guard by the crude sound, Candy hopped in her seat, further smushing the whoopie cushion flat, leaving nothing to help Leroy in taking the full brunt of her weight. He had also fallen victim to having all of the air forced out of him, and he struggled to get any of it back through the thick material that made up her overalls. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to spend too much time trying to find a way past that as Candy stood up, alleviating the weight from his body. There was a brief sense of panic when his body started to rise along with her ass, but much to his relief, the bagginess of her outfit allowed for him to quickly be shaken loose. He fell back, landing at the center point of the now flattened whoopie. As he went on to catch his breath, his view of her ass was replaced by a very confused look from Candy as she gazed upon the cushion, nearly shrugging it off until she noticed Leroy moving atop of it. 

“Flearoy! So that’s where ya went off to! How’d you get all the way up here? Were you just waiting for me to sit on you? I know you’re tough for your size, but you gotta be careful. I’m packing a lot back here. You could totally wind up as flat as that cushion. I guess you could say that you were the butt of this joke, haha~”

Leroy didn’t quite yet have the energy to be coming up with some remark to that, not that he really wanted to think of how it would’ve been if she hadn’t gotten up. Candy could see that he was clearly worn out, although there wasn’t too much concern. She almost found it cute that he had been taken out so easily by her derrière.

“I guess you already got the idea though. I can’t believe I forgot about the whoopie cushion. Even under my booty, it was pretty loud. It must’ve been like some thunderous earthquake for you, but hey, at least it was just the cushion. It could’ve been much worse if it was coming out of me! Haha!”

Even at his size, Candy could see that he wasn’t really looking all that thankful for the circumstances.  “Gee, I guess I really wore you out, huh? Oh well, we did enough for now. At least you got some idea as to what to expect when working with me, little guy. I hope we’ll get to work together soon~” Leroy popped up, wanting to make sure that he was hearing her right. “Aw, I take it you’re looking forward to it too? Well good news for you, I approve! As far as I’m concerned, you’re bizarre enough to be part of the crew.” Hearing that nearly made up for all the deviant things he had been through. “Now while I do hold some say around here, there are a few others that’ll want to check you out themselves, so your initiation isn’t quite finished yet, but don’t worry! I just know they’re gonna love ya! Anyways, rest up a bit, we got maybe ten minutes before I’m supposed to pass you on to the next person. I hope we get to see each other soon. Take this for good luck~”

Her blue and pink lips puckered up and collided into Leroy, completely smothering him against the seat of the stool as she gave him a lengthy kiss that resulted in his entire body being pressed flat, completely at the mercy of her affection. “Muawh~” Her lips finally lifted off, leaving Leroy lying flat on his back, caught in the center of a blue and pink imprint of Candy’s kiss. The clown then stood right back up, winking down at Flearoy before cheerfully skipping off to go and get the next person ready. Leroy didn’t really know what to think. It couldn’t have been that long that he had even been here, and yet so much had just happened to him. He wasn’t all too sure if he’d be ready to be a part of this. Despite the obvious obstacles that would become apparent with his size, Candy had made some good points as to how he could be of some use, at least for her act. He didn’t know how helpful he’d be to everyone else, but knowing that he had the backing of Candy was reassuring, even if she was a bit strange. If the others were as nice as her, he could actually get used to this.

A few minutes was all that Leroy was given to rest before he heard the footsteps of someone entering the room. He quickly sat up, eager to see who he’d be working with next; but as his eyes set on the approaching figure, he was taken aback at the visual before him. She was a slender woman whose skin was painted white, although her choice of clothing made it where that was mostly just apparent with her face. Her attire consisted of a black and white striped turtleneck, which led to a short black skirt held tight by a pair of suspenders. A pair of tight black gloves covered her hands, which were both currently positioned at her hips as she checked the little guy out, as if giving her own inspection. Continuing past her skirt, she wore a tight fitting pair of pantyhose, striped to match the turtleneck. This brought him to check out her black dress shoes before bringing his gaze back up toward her head. A black beret rested atop her equally black hair, the bangs of which dropped down and nearly covered her eyes. Thanks to his size and current angle, Leroy had no problem getting a glimpse of the brown irises that were currently fixated on his position. He could also see some black eyeshadow and lipstick that continued to work with her color scheme. He awkwardly looked between her eyes and lips, expecting her to break the silence and say something, but she remained silent. He couldn’t really explain it, but her look made him feel anxious. He felt as though he was being judged, and hesitated to figure out what he should do. He was about to speak, but just as he made the effort to do so, the woman quickly brought her index finger up to her lips. A bit confused, Leroy remained quiet, and then with her free hand, the woman pulled out a small card and displayed it to him.

The card simply had the word ‘Koffea’ on it, and as Leroy tried to decipher the meaning behind it, he saw the woman point toward herself. Leroy’s eyes suddenly lit up as he pieced together what she meant. “Oh, your name is Koffea!” As soon as the words left his lips, her finger came slamming down onto his body, squeezing the air out of him as she pressed him into the seat of the stool. After a few seconds of compressing him beneath her digit, she pulled her hand back, allowing Leroy the chance to breathe. He quickly rose to his feet, taking in swift breaths as he looked up at her with a questioning expression. He was about to ask what that was for, but she brought a finger up to her lips once more, signaling for him to stay silent. Although he certainly had questions, he chose to listen and remain quiet. He expected her to at least explain who she was, let alone why she wanted him quiet, but instead of speaking, she took a few steps back and proceeded to lean to the side. For a moment, Leroy was a bit panicked, as there was nothing to her side to actually lean on. It really looked as though she were about to fall, but much to his confusion, she actually seemed to hit against something. To him, she had her whole body pressed up against nothing. It was such a simple yet mesmerizing display; he couldn’t tell if she was just immune to the laws of gravity or had somehow conjured up an invisible wall.

Though her expression thus far had been a stern one with little to no emotion, Koffea managed to crack a smile as she watched how in awe Leroy was. Glad to have his attention, she pointed to him and then gestured toward the nonexistent wall that she was resting on. Leroy didn’t quite get what she meant at first, assuming she just wanted him to look at where she was leaning. Koffea rolled her eyes and her expression became serious once more. She stood straight, pointed at Leroy, then herself, and then proceeded to lean against the air once more. It clicked that time, and he found himself facepalming as he finally pieced together what was going on. Admittedly, he had never seen a mime in person, and quite frankly didn’t know that they were still a thing. It seemed like such a basic act that wouldn’t get much traction, but he had just seen for himself just how easy it was to captivate someone with that kind of performance. He couldn’t believe it took him that long to figure it out, but now he knew what she wanted at least. Candy did say that he’d need to be capable of assisting in the performance of the other actors, so if Koffea was the mime of the bunch, that meant he’d have to know how to be a mime himself. He looked over her positioning once more, trying to see how she was posturing herself and then went on to try and copy it. He noticed that one of her legs were propped against the other, meaning that she was somehow balancing on one foot while on an incline with the strength and discipline to appear completely still against a wall that wasn’t there. Leroy went ahead and propped one leg against the other and then tilted a bit to the left. Clearly, he hadn’t been all too practiced in balancing because as soon as his body was just a few degrees off center, he lost his footing and fell over.

He looked to see Koffea still leaning against her wall, staring intently at him. It sent chills down his spine and drove him to jump back to his feet and try again. This time, he tried approaching it differently, keeping both feet down and attempting to lean his body first before propping a leg up. With a more stable start, he did manage to get a solid lean going on. He looked to Koffea for approval, but her expression did not change. He knew he hadn’t really done the task, so he lifted a leg off the stool and immediately fell over again. He got up several more times, trying again and again to replicate what she was doing, all the while Koffea remained in her leaned position, showing no fault in her balance and no signs of fatigue. After his eighth attempt, Leroy cursed to himself. He had grown a bit frustrated and let a few words slip out from his mouth. Though they were mere murmurs and at his size, rather quiet, it was enough to result in another shadow being cast over him. Just like before, Koffea’s finger came crashing upon him, digging him deep into the cushion for a whole minute before she pulled her hand back. Leroy gasped for air once more, looking up to see Koffea leaning over him with a finger to her mouth as though she were silently shushing him. It may have seemed harsh to him at the time, but that came with the act of being a mime; and though she was disappointed in his physical ability to balance as she had, she knew this could be improved in the future. For now, she’d look to see if he could work on some of the simpler aspects that didn’t require much of any strain to him.

As soon as Leroy was back on his feet to see her, Koffea proceeded to back up like before, only this time, she abruptly stopped as if her backside had hit something. Her expression suddenly shifted to one of shock as she turned around and pressed her hands forward, only to find that there was a whole wall blocking her from moving any further. It was astonishing to see how believable her act was. She looked like she was really straining to push this imaginary wall back, and once she failed to do so, she went on to check her sides and the roof above, finding them to be just as fixated. It didn’t take long for Leroy to piece this one together as the classic trapped in a box routine, and he felt immensely more confident in his ability to replicate it. Though he was ready to attempt it, Koffea was not done. She had checked every side except the side that would theoretically be facing Leroy. She turned back to face him, walking over in an urgent manner until she bumped into another made up barrier that apparently existed at the halfway point of the stool, just two inches in front of Leroy. Stumbling back a bit, Koffea shook her head and looked terrified. As far as she was concerned, she had been separated from Leroy and was now stuck within the box. She mouthed a silent scream as she banged against the invisible wall for Leroy to help get her out. Despite knowing it to be an act, Leroy felt his heart racing. Koffea’s performance had immersed him into the act and he felt as though she was actually trapped. A bit hesitant on how to respond, Leroy went forward and then pretended to bump into the wall. He tried his best to fake being confused as he started to put his hands against the wall and push toward it. 

With neither of them able to budge the barrier between them, Koffea scratched her head and  squinted her eyes as though she were trying to think of a way out. Leroy tried to follow along, looking around until coming across a bag in which he tried to find some sort of tool to break her out. As he rummaged through the bag, Koffea continued to devise a plan on her end. Pinching her chin as though she was deep in thought, she turned away from Leroy and began to lean back. Being as close as she was to the stool, it would take no effort at all for her rear to find itself parked upon it, but she was a professional and that meant that there could be no inconsistencies to her performance. As her rear drew closer to the stool, it suddenly came to an abrupt stop as her bum collided with the invisible wall that contributed to her entrapment. As if on cue, a high pitched little voice screamed out to her right as she came to a halt. Koffea didn’t even bother looking back toward Leroy. She simply sighed and pulled her hand away from her chin. She had been so fixated on her act, that she didn’t even hear what he had said, but knowing that her ass was currently casting a shadow over the stool, she could piece together his concern. Apparently her little assistant had been under the impression that she was actually going to sit on him. The thought, though briefly amusing, quickly led to her irritation. There was nothing worse than having to break character in the middle of a performance, and if this new guy was going to be working with her, she’d have to break this little habit of his fast.

Leroy knew that he had fucked up. Given his prior experiences with Candy, he had been a bit on edge over the thought that he could be smothered at any moment by his big instructors. This was not Candy however. Koffea was clearly taking this whole situation far more seriously; and though he had started to get used to the idea of her not talking, something about this particular silence felt different. He knew that she had heard him and he could feel the weight of her judgment as though she were somehow glaring down at him. All he wanted to do was take back his words and go on with the act, but it was too late. He had messed up, and Koffea was going to make sure he remembered that. Relaxing her leg muscles, she suddenly dropped from her balanced position and her skirt clad rear came crashing down onto the stool. Even if Leroy had the confidence to try and speak up and sway her to forgive him, his entire body was caught dead center below her left cheek. Not only was the air completely knocked right out of him, but the black fabric of her skirt was now being pressed firmly into him, leaving him completely muffled and without sufficient air to even try and muster up a word.

Having never sat on someone like this before, Koffea couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity as to whether or not she had actually landed on target. She highly doubted him to be quick enough or dumb enough to try and jump off the stool; and though he was big enough for her to see, he was still small enough to hardly detect when being flattened beneath an ass that out massed him a hundred times over. She shifted her hips in an attempt to feel him, and sure enough, she noticed a little bump being dragged across the stool with every motion she made. It was almost enough for her to crack a smile as she briefly pondered the other ways in which she could experience a tiny individual such as Leroy. As much as she was interested in exploring those intrusive thoughts, she knew that there was still work to be done. The little guy under her bum certainly seemed eager to learn, yet lacked the proper physical training to perform the more complex acts, and though he seemed capable of the simpler tasks, there was an evident lack of trust. No doubt Candy left a bad impression on him if he thought I’d be so careless as to put him in harms way during a performance. Even so, if he expects to work with me, or anyone for that matter, he’ll have to get used to the idea of getting close.

Koffea suddenly sprung up from the stool, a fresh new idea flowing through her mind. She turned to check on her little partner’s condition and sure enough he was still kickin. Leroy looked to be plastered to the stool, desperately gulping down air and relishing in the weight being lifted off of him. Of course his relief shimmered down to concern as the first thing to come into view for him was the face of Koffea that stared down at him. Unlike her earlier look/ which had left him a bit fearful, this one had another kind of intensity. He wasn’t all too sure if he was ready to find out what was cooking inside her mind, but he wouldn’t really have much say in the matter as Koffea pinched the tips of her index finger and thumb upon his head, pulling upward and essentially peeling him off the stool. As soon as he was upright, she let go, allowing him to stumble onto his feet. As soon as he found his balance, Koffea brought her hand out in front of him, her open palm inviting him to hop on. Though Leroy was quick to understand her request, he couldn’t help but feel a bit hesitant as he feared failing her again, but if those were the kinds of punishments he’d receive for just failing to accomplish a task, he didn’t want to know what would happen if he failed to even attempt one. Content that this was the safer option, Leroy stepped up onto the palm and almost immediately fell over as he was brought upward until the mobile platform stopped just above Koffea’s chest.

At this level, he still had to crane his neck up to see Koffea’s face, so he wasn’t really sure as to why there was a need to be brought closer, but then Koffea went ahead with her demonstration. She used her free hand to press against the walls of a new invisible box. Once finished, she pointed to Leroy, awaiting him to do the same. He once again grew confused, not with what she was requesting, but why she had chosen to continue the same kind of act on her palm as opposed to the stool. Maybe she just wanted a closer look at how he moved? Either way, Leroy would go on to form his own box, pressing against all sides in an attempt to break out. As soon as he finished confirming that he was indeed trapped within a new box, Koffea hovered her free hand right over him. As soon as the shadow came over him, Leroy instinctively stepped back, looking up toward the gloved palm above. Seeing the history that he was starting to form with Koffea, he was on edge, knowing that she could and likely would bring her palm down if he were to do something wrong. All in all, this exercise would be quite similar to that of the previous one, only it would be far quicker and further enforce what her little partner needed to improve on. Though it would’ve made things infinitely easier on Leroy to just explain her intentions, she wanted him to get used to the idea of picking up on her signals. If he was going to be working with her in the long run, there could be no room for confusion.

Assuming this to be an attempt at intimidation so that he would not fault his performance, Leroy went on to act as though he was still within a made up box. He tried his best to calm down and ignore the looming hand, though he couldn’t help but tremble a bit as he pressed into the invisible walls of his box. He went on for a whole minute and then in one quick blur, he watched as the hand above came rushing down. Leroy couldn’t determine what he’d done wrong, and as the palm drew closer, he let out a yelp and crouched down in an effort to brace himself for the impact. Several seconds passed and Leroy felt nothing. The cowering little man opened his eyes and was surprised to see that the palm had stopped short, just above where he had been standing. His eyes went from her hand to her face which was looking straight at him with a bone chilling glare. As soon as his eyes were on her, Koffea simply shook her head in disappointment and without warning, she slapped her hands together. Leroy didn’t even have time to brace himself as he found himself flattened in less than a second between the mime’s palms. It was so quick, and the impact hurt like hell, stinging the entirety of his body as he weakly squealed into the fabric of her gloves. As quickly as they had come together, Koffea’s hands parted, and Leroy was given the opportunity to catch his breath and stand back up. Upon doing so, Leroy was immediately given the same gestures as before to make his own box. He quickly went ahead and did so, establishing a new box, all the while trying to maintain eye contact with Koffea. He hoped that her expression, though terrifying, would help give some sort of hint as to whether he was doing something wrong.

As much as he tried to analyze her, there was not a single shift of emotion. Everything from her lips to her eyes remained motionless, as though she weren’t even breathing. Despite there being no change in her demeanor, Leroy once again found himself within the shadow of her palm. He quickly looked to Koffea for a reason as to why this was happening, shrugging his arms in an effort to express his lack of understanding. His communication would receive no answer other than the incoming sight of her palm slamming down toward him. Just like before, Leroy braced himself, shrieking a bit as he prepared to be flattened once more. Just like before, nothing happened at first and as Leroy opened his eyes, he saw her palm hovering maybe half a centimeter over his head. It was strange to be certain as he couldn’t figure out why she was stopping herself at this point. He looked over to see if she’d give him a sign, but he instead received another head shake of disapproval before the hand came slamming down atop him. He was given a new wave of pain across his body before her hand lifted off and he was instructed to repeat the exercise.

Leroy couldn’t help but grow frustrated. Up until now, the only reason he could think for getting crushed was the fact that he had broken the silence, but it seemed as though she was just crushing him to crush him. She wasn’t giving him any signs to indicate that his performance was bad and he wasn’t given any chance to try and ask a question. It was just back to making another fake box. As with the previous attempts, Leroy found the same palm hovering over him again. Though the sight left him worried, he couldn’t help but retain his annoyance and instead of cowering in preparation for the hand to come down, he pushed on and continued his gestures toward being trapped within a box. Spite wasn’t a common emotion to fuel his actions, but Leroy figured that he was going to be crushed anyways, so he might as well go for it. He didn’t even look at Koffea this time, simply looking toward the walls of his box. Something soon felt off about this attempt of the act though. Based on the earlier attempts, her hand should’ve come crashing down already, and yet this time, nothing was happening. He hesitated to even try, but ended up looking toward Koffea. As expected, her expression hadn’t changed, but as soon as he looked away from her, the palm above began to descend. This time, instead of crouching in fear, Leroy decided to face the punishment head on. He remained upright and held his arms up as though he were going to stop it. He even managed to keep his eyes open which gave him a chilling perspective as he watched the hand draw near. Gritting his teeth, he expected to be flattened within the second, but to his surprise, the palm stopped just like before, only this time her palm was making contact with both of his.

Leroy was absolutely baffled. She had been stopping herself short every time and he could not figure out why. Did she want him to second guess her intentions? He knew that there was no actual stopping her, and yet her hand was once again hovering just above. The only difference now was that he was standing upright with his arms stretched upward toward what would be his box’s ceiling… Leroy’s eyes went wide and he nearly broke the silence as he came to figure out what was happening. The reason he had been getting smashed up was because he was failing to uphold his act. It wasn’t that he wasn’t passing her standard to perform, but rather that he was breaking off from the performance all together. As soon as the realization hit him, he looked to Koffea and gave her an affirmative nod. Curious to see if he had finally got it, she brought her hand back up and balled it up into a fist before bringing it down fast toward Leroy. This time, without hesitation, he held his arms up and made the motion of trying to push past the ceiling to no avail. With the barrier confirmed, Koffea’s fist came to a complete halt right at the point that Leroy had defined. Leroy could not contain his joy in finally being able to understand what she wanted from him. Unlike his experience with Candy, there was simply no room for fucking around and he was going to have to adjust to Koffea’s discipline. No matter what, he’d have to assume that everything from now on was a part of the performance. She was a professional after all. Even if it looked like he was being put into harm's way, he would have to repress his doubts and assume that so long as he remained committed to the act, he’d be fine.

Looking once more back to Koffea, Leroy was surprised to see that instead of her usual dead faced demeanor, she was actually smiling. Apparently this was the breakthrough she was hoping for. While Leroy’s lack of experience had left her a bit skeptical at first, her choice in punishments had led her to think up a whole new kind of act that would uniquely only work with someone as small as Leroy. If they could better coordinate with one another, she could run a whole series of acts over the idea of bringing the little guy into harm's way. They’d both have to be very aware of what the other was doing, but it could be similar to a cat and mouse act. She’d go out of her way to introduce a sense of danger to him and he’d have to improvise a way to avoid said danger. The concept thrilled her. She rarely if ever got the opportunity to work with someone who could actually add to her performance and this was something that could add a greater story as a sense of suspense for the audience on whether or not Leroy could keep himself safe from the impending dangers that she would enact upon him. The back and forth alone would be a refreshing change from the solo act. And though she struggled to even admit it to herself, there may have been a part of her that was actually starting to enjoy the idea of finding his surprisingly durable body smothered beneath her. And with that, Koffea lowered her hand toward the floor. Once low enough, she nudged Leroy to hop off. He didn’t even question it this time and quickly jumped down to the floor. Though it was simply a matter of his newfound confidence, she couldn’t help but feel a bit tingly at having someone respond so obediently. As much as she wanted to test the limits of that obedience, she knew her time was limited. There were other performers who needed to assess Leroy after her, meaning that for now, she’d have to keep her focus on enforcing his ability to perform under improvised circumstances. 

It seemed as though they were more or less on the same page now, so Koffea figured she’d step up the creativity in their next lesson. No more boxes or learning how to balance; she wanted to see what he could come up with on the spot. She crouched down and waved a hand by her face to make sure his attention was on her. She couldn’t tell at the moment, but his focus on her couldn’t have been any greater. Behind all the makeup and death glares, Koffea was a very attractive individual; and with her crouched position over him, Leroy couldn’t help but blush as he got an up close view of her lower figure. The black and white tights left little to the imagination, and at this size, it was all the more easy to notice just how well developed her legs were. From calves to thighs, the definition was unreal; yet given the kind of balancing she did in her work, it made sense that she’d have the necessary muscle to manage. Though tempted to treat his eyes to more, Leroy could only fathom the trouble he’d be in if Koffea were to notice his gawking. Luckily, as he redirected his gaze up to her face and waving hand, his sight seeing seemingly going unnoticed.

Though she was confident that she had his attention, Koffea had to admit that it was rather difficult knowing for sure. For now it was fine, but she grew doubtful that she’d be able to distinguish his expressions if they were to be performing on the spot amongst an audience. Even in this lowered position, it was tough to make out the details of his face. She hated to admit it, but she’d have to work on that if she wanted the two to be able to coordinate in the long run. Interested to get this exercise going, Koffea pointed toward herself and then toward Leroy before balling up one of her hands. She then proceeded to punch the palm of her other hand. She repeated the gesture a few times to make sure the message was made clear. Thankfully, Leroy was starting to get better at understanding her requests, although he wasn’t quite sure if he was understanding this one correctly. Clearly this exercise was meant to involve the two of them, but when it came to her punching her hand, the only thing he could think was that she wanted the two of them to engage in some sort of conflict. To confirm this, Koffea stood up and arched one of her legs back as if she were preparing to kick. And then, in one swift motion, her leg launched forward. The swinging skyscraper of a leg was enough to leave Leroy nervous, but nevertheless, he held his hands out just as he had done when facing her palm earlier. Similar to before, the tip of her shoe stopped just inches in front of him, but what he hadn’t expected was the immedient current of wind that followed. As quickly as her kick had halted, Leroy was lifted off the ground and knocked back until he came tumbling back onto the floor about a couple feet in front of Koffea.

This wasn’t something that Koffea had planned, but she was pleased with the results. Despite not actually getting struck, it still looked as though she had somehow hit him. Even better, if she could get him to better prepare for the impact of the draft, they could play it off as though he had managed to jump back and dodge her attack. Content with that plan, she brought her leg back again and kicked the air, stopping just short of actually hitting Leroy. The poor lad hadn’t even gotten out of the daze of the first kick wind, yet he was off once more in the air, flailing about until he fell again just a couple feet ahead of her. He tried to get up a bit faster this time, though he was starting to feel dizzy. He wasn’t sure what to do, but would have to figure it out quickly as her foot came again and sent him hurtling through the air. Leroy was sent flying over and over until by chance he managed to catch himself landing on his feet. It wasn’t graceful by any means, and he was a bit disoriented, but he was starting to get used to the lack of balance. When her foot came again, he readied himself, and though he still went flying with the wind current, he found himself landing more steadily this time. He couldn’t tell at the time, but Koffea was delighted to see his progression. She figured she’d give him a bit of a breather before continuing, but soon noticed him moving. She had to squint her eyes a bit to see what he was doing, and was surprised to see him trying to run toward her. As he dizzily made his way over, he seemed to reach for the ground as though he had picked something up and with an exaggerated effort, winded back his arm and hurdled the item toward her ankle. Koffea quickly realized it as his attempt to continue the act with a counter attack of sorts.

As though she had just been struck at the ankle,  Koffea jumped back with a pained expression as she balanced on one foot, all the while inspecting the ankle that had been damaged. The sight was admittedly quite amusing for Leroy. She genuinely looked concerned over the injury and if she was going to act like this, he wondered how she’d respond if he were to take it further. Using this opportunity to his advantage, Leroy made his way over to the leg she was currently balancing on. With full confidence, he picked up what would essentially be a stick and full force swung at her foot. Koffea hadn’t been looking at Leroy when he made the choice to get close, so when she finally took her eyes off her ankle, she was surprised to see him missing from where she’d last seen him. She scanned the floor, somewhat surprised when she finally spotted him by her foot. She hadn’t expected someone his size to be as fast as he was. It was kind of impressive, and gave her better hope toward what they could accomplish together if he could cover distance like that. There was evidently much that the two would have to learn about one another, but for now, all that she had to worry about was the little mite attacking her. She winced as if the pain was too much to bear and without hesitation allowed herself to fall back and crash onto her back. The impact was enough to make the floor shake and send Leroy bouncing. He himself fell back as a result, and as he picked himself back up, he was a bit in awe to see the mime laying across the floor as though she had just been shot. It was amazing to see how committed she was to the performance, even if it was a bit exaggerated.

Soon after her fall, she rose up into a seated position and looked down at Leroy who seemed to be enjoying their little back and forth. He even mouthed a laugh of triumph, still managing to remain silent as he did so. Koffea’s eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a smirk. This was proving to be far more enjoyable than she had expected, and she was ready to take a turn in the fun. Of course Leroy wasn’t aware of her intent and began to charge toward. For him, this was a blast. It more or less was just a game, but using his imagination to perform was something that he could get behind. And in all honesty, even if he knew it to be a part of the act, seeing someone as big as Koffea willingly fall to his “attacks” was an amusing visual. Eager to see how else she’d respond, he worked to think up his next move against her; but just as he did so, Koffea lowered herself with such speed that Leroy became startled, tumbling across the floor as he struggled to stop himself. When he finally regained composure, he was left with a jaw dropping sight. The path before him was not entirely obstructed by the pale completion of Koffea’s face. She had decided to bring herself down to his level, and in doing so in such a quick manner, Leroy was now sitting less than an inch in front of her lips. Coated in a glossy black lipstick, they popped in contrast to the rest of her skin and being so close, it was hard for them not to draw his attention. In doing so, he couldn’t help but admire their fullness, and for a moment, he lost himself in the thought of knowing how soft they’d feel. He nearly reached out, but then remembered who these lips belonged to. With a gasp, he darted his gaze upward and his cheeks instantly went bright red as his eyes interlocked with those of Koffea who was staring directly at him.

He began to question just how much time he had spent fixated on her lips. It couldn’t have been anything more than just a few seconds, but with how intent her look was, there was no doubt that she had noticed his interest. As the two continued to stare at one another, Leroy grew anxious. Her expression for the most part was blank, yet had an intensity to it as though she were trying to process what she was seeing. He figured this must’ve counted as breaking the act and tried to prepare himself for how she’d intend to correct him, but to his surprise, her eyes began to soften and her lips curled into a slight smile. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, much less how to respond, but then he saw her lips begin to purse. Before he could determine why, he felt a sudden surge of air pulling him toward her. He could hardly keep himself balanced and he found himself baffled as he couldn’t see anything behind him that would’ve been the cause; but as the force of the air increased, he looked back toward Koffea’s lips and realized that she was actually inhaling. Less than a second after this realization, he lost his footing and was carried along with the air until he slammed into the soft embrace of her lips. His body sunk into them with ease. It had to have been one of the most embarrassing yet comforting sensations that he had ever experienced before. The entirety of his face was currently being smothered into her upper lip, and it left his heart racing and his mind flowing with questions. Of course he’d be given no opportunity to ask any, for as quickly as she had inhaled, she was ready to exhale. In one big burst, Koffea blew out the air she had collected, and Leroy was launched from her lips as though he had been shot out of a cannon. He went spiraling in the air, and though it certainly left him dazed, he was still stuck trying to wrap his head around what had happened. He soon landed several feet away, bouncing across the floor as though he were a pebble being skipped across water.

When he finally came to a stop, Leroy struggled to stand back up. Aside from literally being blown away, he wasn’t so sure as to what it was that Koffea was looking for. It was hard to say if that was meant to be another form of punishment for breaking character, given how comparatively less aggressive it was; and when he looked back toward her, she didn’t look to be upset. She had actually just risen back up into her seated position upon her knees and seemed interested to see how Leroy would respond. Was this still a part of the act? I mean, she’s not doing anything, so maybe I’m good? There was clearly some hesitation on Leroy’s end, but he knew that doing nothing would likely get him into trouble. Taking a deep breath, he got back his composure and began to make his way back toward Koffea. She had sent him quite a ways away, so at the very least, he’d have a bit of time to think up a way to continue the act. About half way through his little jog however, Koffea broke from her stillness, and in turn Leroy stopped in his tracks. The monochromatic woman held her left hand out with a half closed vertical grip. Her right hand held a more horizontal grip close by. It wasn’t until she reeled back both arms then swung them forward that Leroy figured her to be using a fishing rod. Seconds after her swing, her right hand began to rotate in a forward motion, as though she were reeling something in. She evidently hadn’t felt like waiting for Leroy to close the distance, and therefore took matters into her own hands to get things rolling; and as a result, he was now hooked. Her look grew stern as it took Leroy a few seconds to react, but he soon got the message and responded with a hand to his gut, assuming that the hook had managed to penetrate. To follow along with her reel, he leaped forward. With each rotation of her hand, he allowed himself to be tugged, repeatedly leaping forward and flopping about as though he had no control of himself. It went on for nearly a minute before Leroy was now just half a foot in front of Koffea. Satisfied with the distance, she put away her fishing rod and reached over to remove the hook, but just as she was about to, Leroy grabbed hold of the supposed wire that had been dragging him and whipped out an assumed dagger from his hip and cut through the wire. Free from his attachment to the rod, he grabbed hold of the hook and with a visibly strained effort, ripped it out from his body. It looked as though he was screaming out in pain, yet had the strength to throw said hook away. He tried his best to put up a stern face of his own, wielding the dagger in defense of Koffea’s hand.

His performance was honestly surprising for the both of them. Leroy wasn’t sure if it was the right move, and there were likely faults in his performance, but he wanted to continue to show that he could contribute to the act. Despite any flaws, Koffea was awestruck at his efforts. Simple as it may have been, he had been trying throughout all of this. For someone who had supposedly never done something like this before, his ability to improvise was improving. With the little fighter before her, Koffea shifted herself forward and in a swift motion slammed a gloved hand down in front of him. This action jolted Leroy back an inch as he had assumed that this was an attempt to crush him, but in reality, Koffea was simply adjusting to where she’d balance on that hand and her knees. She now loomed over him and used the index and middle fingers of her free hand to make a snipping action as though her fingers were a pair of scissors. Her two digits then darted in his direction. He tried to counter them, but they were too quick and he soon found himself pinched between her fingers. He was caught a bit off guard at first, not expecting her to actually grab him, but her grip was gentle and the glove she wore made it far from uncomfortable. There were clearly some liberties being taken here and Koffea seemed to be getting a bit more adjusted to the idea of physical contact. Either way, Leroy was ready to counter her. Despite being caught, his arms were still free, and he figured he’d try using her own move against her. He couldn’t quite figure how to do the fishing rod thing, but figuring out a lasso was a close second. Koffea was perplexed when she watched him reach into the crevice between her fingers, only to pull out a length of rope. He fiddled with the rope for a bit until he had created a solid loop. Once made, he swung his rope up into the air and began twirling it. As soon as Koffea understood what he was trying to do, he whipped the rope toward her, and though it made little sense, she wished to humor his attempt. Her grip on Leroy loosened, leaving him to fall as she gripped her neck. Her eyes widened and she silently gasped in desperation as she tried to tug herself loose from the lasso’s hold. Recovering from the fall, Leroy backed up a bit to get a good view of her performance. It was honestly a struggle to keep himself from breaking into laughter. Her commitment was unreal and reinvigorated him to keep it going on his end. As soon as her eyes were back on him, he kept hold of the rope and tugged as hard as he could. He had expected for her to just move forward an inch or two, but Koffea decided to take it to another extreme. Her eyes closed and her arms went limp before she allowed herself to fall forward.

It was far too late for Leroy to realize the folly of his actions as two mounds, contained within the tight black and white fabric of her turtleneck filled the sky above. In an instant, her dead weight crashed onto him. He had found himself right underneath her left breast, which mercilessly pounded him into the floor. He was left breathless and felt himself being flattened as her weight settled upon the floor. It was difficult to imagine that this was simply her chest, given how much pressure it was currently putting onto his body. Even so, the softness was apparent, even with all the suffocating weight that came with it. After twenty seconds or so, Koffea lifted her head off the floor, blowing some strands of hair from her face as she looked in front of her. She had expected to see her little mime in training standing before her, but after a thorough scan of the space before her, she realized that something was off. She wondered if her impact had sent him flying off somewhere, but suddenly felt a slight bump beneath her chest. It confused her at first, but she soon recognized it to be the same little bump she had felt beneath her ass earlier. Koffea quickly bolted off the ground and fell back onto her butt. She looked to the floor and saw nothing, leaving her to question if she had just imagined the whole thing, but then felt some movement across her breast. Looking down, she watched a plastered Leroy attempting to find the strength to break free from her. She was admittedly a bit embarrassed and honestly grateful that Leroy wasn’t able to see her cheeks turning red. She hadn’t meant to actually land on Leroy, let alone smother him beneath her chest, but she couldn’t deny that it was something she kind of found amusing at the same time. She pondered leaving him there a bit longer to see if he could get off on his own, but given how much he had tried to work with her, she decided to cut him some slack and help him. She pinched his head between her fingers and just like with the stool before peeled him off her chest.

“Aye, Koffea! Are you in here?”

Koffea’s heart sank at the sound of an approaching figure. Her time was apparently up and there were others intent on meeting Leroy. She quickly darted to her feet and brought Leroy back to the stool. He looked to still be a bit dazed from her fall, falling back against the stool himself as he tried to recover some of the air he had lost. She honestly wanted to stick around and wait for him to get back up so she could formally apologize for getting out of hand, but with another performer approaching, she didn’t want to waste their time or have to explain why Leroy was in this condition. The thought still lingered in her mind and she was still in the process of deciding whether she was more embarrassed or more curious to see where things could go. This had certainly been an interesting experience for her, and there was a lot for her to think about. Regardless of her position on Leroy, she had to go. She quickly left the room, hoping that there would be another chance to interact with Leroy later; and maybe by then, she’d figure out a suitable way to apologize. As for Leroy, he’d just have to hope that whoever was on their way would go easy on him.