Author's note: Permission is granted to reproduce this story with or without my consent, so long as you give me credit for it. All characters in this story are at an age of legal consent (18+). All readers should be the same. This is a work of fiction and is intended for those with... weird tastes. Enjoy.
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Pathetic... That'd me in a nutshell. For my entire life I've been unusually small, which hasn't made things easy. At school the boys bully me, while the girls tease me for being smaller than even them. Puberty didn't help. I never quite grew past five-foot, while remaining quite petite. Fully grown I was still shopping in the children's sections at stores, and honestly that wasn't the worst of it.
As if I needed further proof of just how worthless I was I'd also been cursed with the smallest dick in the world. While flaccid it was little more than a bump that barely protruded from me at all. Hell, half the time I could barely piss standing up with the thing. And while erect it was just shy of a full inch, while being about as thick as a pencil. To call it useless would have been an understatement. Between that and my pea-sized balls I was horrified of the idea of showing my dick to a girl. Naturally I was a virgin, and I figured that would definitely never change. But all of that changed when I met her...
It happened a couple years ago. I was eighteen, a senior in high school who spent his weekend nights playing video games in his bedroom. So there I was sitting butt-naked in front of my computer, screaming bloody murder over some guy sniper-killing me in an online game when I heard this loud thud against my window. I figured it was probably just a bird since I was on the second story, but of course I went to have a look. What I saw was definitely no bird.
There was this tiny woman, no taller than five or six inches sitting there rubbing her long, strawberry hair. Long wings like a dragonfly's extended from her back. She looked up at me with these eyes that were the shade of the night and squealed loudly, "Please don't squish me! I'm not a bug!"
"I... I can see that much," I stammered, "But what the fuck are you?"
She stood, smiling at me with one of the most adorable (albeit tiny) faces I'd ever seen. "I'm a fairy. My name's Cici."
Looking at her from the front it was hard to understand how she could walk upright at all. Her body was wonderfully out of proportion. She had these heavy breasts the size of walnuts, a tiny little waist that looked too flimsy to support them, and a perky little ass that seemed to wiggle with her every move. I could only figure that since she could fly it just didn't matter that she couldn't walk properly. Full-sized though she'd of been more like a perverse sex-doll than a real woman.
"My name's Matt. If you don't mind me asking why'd you fly into my window?"
The tiny girl's face blushed as her eyes narrowed slyly. "Well I saw you were naked and..."