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.