Take It From The Top
copyright 2023 Taedis
[This started life as a writer's sprint on Elle Largesse's SizeWriters Discord site. I latched onto the first prompt that didn't involve Vikings (InspiroBot LOVES Vikings). In five minutes I got what became the second paragraph of the finished vignette, a couple other lines I liked, and the size differences between the three characters. Not sure if this qualifies as a Kinky Scribble. I'll let others make that decision.]
“Take off your things and leave them on the side of the stage.” Rose was good at giving orders. Her casual air of authority had served her well since she'd taken over leading the troupe. “Once you're ready take your marks and we'll get started.”
Rehearsals were done nude. They had to be. The doll clothes Nadia and Ned wore offstage weren't made for movement; their costumes were so delicate they might not make it through the final performance. It didn't matter. After three months of sharing the same dollhouse there wasn't any modesty between the two tinies. Nadia was used to Rose seeing her undressed from before the accident. Ned still blushed when he disrobed. Both the giant choreographer and his tiny partner did their best to ignore his erection. It was easier for Rose.
Their stage was set on a standing desk set as high as Ikea allowed. It had started life as a puppet theater Nadia had played with in childhood, buried in the back of her closet in her teens, uncovered in her 20s to give her and her only possible dance partner a place to perform. She was too embarrassed to admit its origins to Ned. Rose kept her secret.
Even set that high, Rose towered over the stage, her ex-lover, and Nadia's new partner. Rose spent most rehearsals with her chin level with the stage. Both to keep her dancers calm and to give her the best of all possible views.
“It's hot in here.” Nadia made her way centerstage and addressed Rose. By now she was used to looking at a giant face where the audience should be. “We haven't even done anything and already I'm sweaty.”
“Think of it as dance lube. I'll turn it down in a bit.”
“Thanks.”
“You're off mark again, Ned. I get that you want to be closer, but Nadia's gonna poke her eye out when she makes that first turn.”
“Sorry.” Ned took a step back doing his best to cover his crotch.
The choreography would have been easier if the dancers had been closer to the same size. Rose was exaggerating slightly; Ned's erection bobbed just slightly above Nadia's line of sight. She'd have to jump to take a penis to the face.
They'd save that for afterwards when they're alone in their dollhouse. Somehow. I don't want to know how she takes it. Ned may be smaller than my pinky, but to her … that monster's bigger than her forearm.
They're gonna need more than sweat to make that work.
“Ok. Let's take it from the top.”
Rose cushioned her chin with her flat left hand, while she tapped time on the table with her right forefinger. For the rest of the troupe. The normal-sized members. She'd beat her Debbie Allen stick on the floor. The first time she tried that with Nadia and Ned the puppet stage quaked so bad from the vibration that Ned toppled on top of Nadia.
Nadia melted backwards into Ned's thigh. Looking straight at Rose, straight at the audience, she arched her back to match the line of his leg and molded herself to the larger man.
“Head to the left, Nadia,” Rose instructed.
Nadia milked the moment. The action. Drew it out until it looked less a rehearsed motion and more the embarrassed reaction of a friend becoming lover. Her hair spilt the opposite direction. Between Ned's legs. With her stretched and him crouched the wave of hair blocked Rose's view of Ned's manhood. Nadia's embarrassment was protecting Ned's modesty.
Ned flexed the leg Nadia was planted on carefully. One muscle at a time from foot to pelvis. When the wave of this reached his ankles, she wrapped her feet behind them. When he buzzed his calf she thrust her crotch towards Rose. When it came time to thrust her modest breasts, Nadia used the distraction to sleight her hands behind his leg, like light-speed ivy climbing a tree. When it was over she was as close to him as another human could be without being inside them.
Who needs poetry when you're a dancer? Rose thought. We are poems.
The hand was larger than her face. Almost the size of her entire head. Calloused. Powerful. It dipped delicately along the softness of her profile from chin to brow. When it returned it went lower. Grasping towards her center in slow motion at first, building speed with each millimeter it traveled until the huge thing reached between Nadia's legs.
Nadia spread herself so quickly. Shifted her limbs so fast. One heartbeat she was ivy on a tree. The next she was cotton candy wrapped around the stick of Ned's arm. He dabbed her along the leg she'd been glued to. Then the other. Over his free arm and along both shoulder blades.
When she got to his chest the cotton candy exploded back into a woman. Rose caught the look they exchanged when Nadia's feet planted between Ned's nipples. Ned supported her full weight with two rigid fingers under her back.
The woman standing sideways on the double-sized man dropped a mock curtsy to her floor.
Her floor gave the half-sized woman a deep bow.
And the real dance began.
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