John snuggled into the pale pink leotard that Helen had discarded so sexily in front of him. He was overcome with the aroma that belonged only to her, a mixture of perfume and the natural fragrance of her body; he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, drinking it in until he could almost taste her. He didn't think it was possible to feel this happy. As warm feelings of contentment enveloped him, he drifted into sleep.
Helen watched as her pupils warmed up on the bar. She too was feeling very satisfied and content. She would never have believed she could have enjoyed herself so much with a man the size of a small doll, a smile spread across her face at the mere memory of what they had shared together.
A movement in the corner of her eye made her turn and frown.
"Emma, what are you doing?" she snapped, "A two year old could lift her leg higher than that."
"I'm sorry, I think I've pulled a muscle in my calf," the eighteen-year-old replied, looking apologetic.
"Let me look." She supported Emma's leg with one hand and massaged her leg through the sheer nylon tights with the other. "Hmmmm you could be right, the muscle is very tight and knotted. I have some muscle rub in the den that might help"
"Shall I get it?" suggested Emma.
"Well I really need to help Suzanne with her plie, so if you go look for it, I think it's on the dressing table, rub some into the muscle and hopefully it'll loosen up enough for you to continue with your exercises"
On that note Helen turned to give her attention to the other girls.
Emma stood and looked at the tidy dressing table, there were many jars and creams. She picked a bottle up that looked promising; the label read "Soothing Lavender Muscle Relaxant". Impressed that she had found it so quickly she turned to look for somewhere to sit down and apply it to her leg. The first thing that caught her eye was the chaise lounge at the far side of the room. She walked over to it and was about to remove all the costumes strewn over it, when she noticed the dressing table stool. It was just where Helen had left it when she had sensually stripped for John earlier. Emma pulled it nearer and sat down to untie her ballet pumps.
The noise of the stool moving on the wooden floor stirred John from his slumber. He blinked at the bright sunlight that was streaming through the window. As his mind became engaged it registered that there was a female silhouette in front of him. He closed his eyes and reopened them, slowly becoming accustomed to the brightness. By this time Emma had removed the leotard she had been wearing and was peeling one leg of her tights down over her creamy white thigh, the tights forming into a roll as she continued down over her knee and her tense calf. He stared at her small but pert breasts, although to him they looked huge. As she moved they quivered, her nipples pink and erect. Before he could stop himself he could feel himself becoming hard, partly due to what he was watching and partly due to remembering Helen's actions on the same stool an hour earlier.
Emma, oblivious to the tiny form watching her, carelessly cast aside her tights and unscrewed the jar lid. She poured a small amount of the thick cream into her palm and slowly massaged it into her leg. She moaned with the relief her hands were making on her aching leg. Her long slim fingers were pressing her skin and making circling motions. As she continued, John's hand had found it's way to his minute erect penis. He too moaned with pleasure as his hand encircled it and rose and fell in time with his thrusts.
John opened his eyes to see Emma's huge face looking at him in surprise. His pleasure turned to fear as he realized what she must have seen.
"What have we here then?" she asked, her surprised expression turning to a teasing smile. "For a little guy, you're certainly very horny."
John, now feeling uncomfortable, both at his nakedness and his vulnerability reached for the nearest garment to cover his embarrassment.
"Oh no you don't" she said quickly. He felt his body being pinched as she picked him up by the waist. "Now where can I keep you?" she thought aloud.
John was horror stricken, "No.you can't," he begged, but he already knew she could.
She walked over to the dressing table and emptied the cotton wool balls out of their jar and dropped him into it. Lifting the jar up to her face she peered in at him, her features distorted by the glass.
"I don't know who you are" she told him, "but you're obviously keeping Helen very happy, judging by her lack of concentration this afternoon. It's only fair that she should share."
Emma pushed the jar under the dressing table, she could collect it later.
John was struck dumb, what could he do? How would Helen know where he was?
"You've been gone ages" remarked Helen as Emma returned to the studio; "we were beginning to think you'd found something better to do."
"Sorry, it took longer than I thought, but it has helped."
Something about the look on Emma's face made Helen uneasy. What had she been doing and.oh no.John, she'd left him on the chaise lounge, what if Emma had seen him. She left instructions to her pupils to carry on with the class and nearly flew across the room.
She opened the door tentatively and her eyes immediately focussed on the pink leotard where she'd left him. She picked up the items of clothing one by one, taking care to be gentle in case he was under any of them. But as she soon discovered.he wasn't. Panic began to rise as possible scenarios raced through her mind.
"John" she whispered, "please John, where are you?"
From his glass prison under the dressing table, John could see nothing more than Helen's legs as she searched desperately for him.
Until she thought to look at floor level and got down on her knees to look underneath the chaise lounge. He could see her rear as she stuck it in the air to peer underneath the furniture. The sheer fabric of her leotard stretching across her firm, round bottom, the lower she bent her head, the more her rear was raised into the air, and the better the view. She sat up and tried to think rationally. Her eyes taking in the room, she noticed the jars and toiletries on the dressing table. She rose to her feet and walked towards it. John could see her ballet pumps moving nearer and his breath quickened, hopeful that she would find him.
She noticed the cotton wool balls that had been tipped over the table and lowered herself to the floor in a last vain hope to find him. He saw her knees first and then her cleavage came into his view. Her plump soft breasts spilling out of her leotard as she knelt on all fours.
She saw him.
He was so relieved when her hand had a firm grip on the jar. At last, he would be safe.
"Oh sweetheart, I was SO worried about you." She blurted, "what ever happened?"
Before he had chance to reply she was tipping him out of the jar and onto the dressing table.
"I'm never leaving you alone again, not while you're this size" she said adamantly.
Before he knew what was happening, she had dropped him down the front of her leotard, and while she walked back to the class, all he was aware of was her soft sensual bosoms gently cradling him as she walked.
"I'm sorry girls" he heard her muffled voice say, "we're going to have to finish early today"
John could feel himself slipping down between her huge mounds of soft flesh. He felt he instinctively should try to grasp something to stop his fall. But he knew what he would be falling to.and that thought stopped him resisting. He fell as far as the top of her tights and then squeezed himself under the nylon fabric and assisted his fall by wriggling his hard naked body down even lower. Helen could feel every movement and it made her tremble with anticipation.
By now most of the girls had left the room and Helen turned back towards the den. John wriggled even lower. Her musky womanly scent driving him on, like a moth to a flame.
Helen encountered Emma by the door of the den. "I think. I think I left something earlier" Emma said hopefully
Helen looked her in the eyes and said, "No Emma, I think you were mistaken" Emma lowered her eyes guiltily and turned to go.
Once in the den, Helen took the potion from Johns jacket and poured it out carefully into the measuring cup. She had difficulty keeping her hand steady as she felt John wriggling around in her crotch. As his body stimulated her, she was tempted not to drink the measured liquid, but she fought temptation and threw her head back to swallow it.
Within seconds she could feel her body tingle and jolt as she reduced in size. Her tightly fitting leotard began slipping over her shoulders and then down to her waist. As her clothes fell down around her ankles she glanced down to see John fall to the floor, amongst her discarded garments. Moments later she joined him. Two tiny figures lost in an island of pink and white. The table legs towered above them making them realize just how small they really were. This did nothing except increase their desire.
They fell on each other like the very first time they had ever made love, his lips hot on hers. She gasped as she felt his warm hard body on hers. She couldn't remember a time when she felt as sensitive as she did right now. Her body pressed against him, desperate not to lose contact with him. His hand reached down across her stomach and he teased her by moving it slowly down towards her gently parted legs. He felt her body shudder with apprehension, and then he felt her push him away and he was taken aback as she got to her knees and started kissing his chest, her tongue flicking his nipples. She seemed to glide across his body, kissing every inch of it, working her way down towards his very hard penis. She teased him by kissing all the way around it, without touching it. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, and her hard nipples as they brushed against him. Each time they did he shuddered with excitement. At last she ran the tip of his stiff hard erection around her moist lips and flicked her tongue over it. She felt him thrust into her mouth, nearly choking her. No sooner had she developed a steady rythmic motion that made him moan with pleasure when he flipped her over onto her back and fell between her hot moist thighs. As he entered her she gasped and rose up to meet him. They moved together slowly and erotically, her hands on his buttocks pressing him to her. Their senses heightened as they came together in the most overwhelming of orgasms.
John fell on her hot, wet body and they clung to each other as their bodies cooled and they came to terms
with their unique experience.