“Hey Tim, are you feeling alright? You seem kind of out of it.”

“…yeah?”

“Yeeeah. Like, the whole day.”

“…mmm…”

“Tim?”

“…oh. Yeah?”

Marcus sighed. Tim was a nice dude, and having known him for a couple of years now, he knew that sometimes he could go into little moods. Usually this meant a spell away from the customers while he got himself back into the game, but today…it was like he just somewhere else entirely. Three separate customers had made a complaint already, and it was barely even the afternoon. He had watched as Tim had suddenly seized up and dropped the crate of milk he had been carrying, almost causing a minor catastrophe. As his manager, he couldn’t ignore it.

“Maybe you should just go home for today, Tim. You look kinda flush. Maybe you’re coming down with something.”

“Yeah…yeah, I think I should go home. Go home and…go home. Yeah.” Said Tim, eyes trained to his shoes. Even the simple act of talking appeared to cause the poor guy distress. He looked clammy up close, like he was in a sweat.

“Uh, Right. That. I’ll phone you tomorrow morning, ok? Seriously dude, you look like you need a good sleep. Where you out last night?” asked Marcus, knowing already that the answer was unlikely to be in the affirmative. Tim was a quite dude.

“Nah, man. I better head, though. You’re right, I should…go for a sleep.” Mumbled Tim, his head twitching a little.

“It’s not that girl you were seeing, was it?”

Tim looked up for the first time, revealing bloodshot eyes. Then he laughed.

“Nope. Hahaha!” Said Tim, smiling unsettlingly. “But you’re right. I should go home. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“Here’s hoping. Bridget’s already asking for time off, it’s killing us.. See you tomorrow, Tim. Go get some rest.”

Tim didn’t even say anything-he was already power-walking away, like he was suddenly in a rush over something. Marcus stood with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“Man, what’s eating him?”

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There was only one thought going through Tim’s mind as he shuffled down the street:

“Gethomegethomegethomegethomegethomegethome…”

He came to a stop by a street crossing, cursing the red stop sign that was delaying his return home. When a hand tapped him on the shoulder he almost did a summersault.

“Oh, hey Tim!”

“Fuck! I mean-SHIT! I mean, hey, Alex.” Squeaked Tim. Alex, who was sporting a simple outfit of jeans, hoodie and a Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt, looked a little taken aback, but she didn’t back away. She was tall, dark haired and possessed of the biggest pair of tits Tim had ever seen-the sort of tits that seem to move almost independent of their owner, as if they had their own personality. He had enjoyed countless hours just laying on a bed and playing with them as Alex lay beside him, talking and cuddling and spending their time as well as two young people in love could spend it. He hadn’t seen her in almost a year. But she talked warmly, and asked how he was doing.

“You look kind of flustered. Shouldn’t you be working? Are you sick-“

“Woah there, mom.” He managed. She laughed, and if his thoughts had not been so occupied with other matters, he might have felt nostalgic, or sentimental, or all manner of emotions. As it was, he just concentrated on standing there rather than bolting past her.

“Sorry, sorry. But really, are you ok?” she asked. As she talked, her breasts danced in the air, which was really only making things worse for poor Tim. He manfully struggled on with this unexpected conversation.

“I’m…sick, yeah. Was gonna go sleep or something.”

“Oh, that’s terrible. I feel kinda bad for stopping you know.”

“…”

“…”

The sounds of angry car horns punctuated the silence. Tim retained just enough sentience to break the spell.

“How are…you?”

This was, while very polite, a tactical mistake on Tim’s part. It turns out that Alex was not, in fact, well, and she had many opinions to share on the matter. Tim managed about 30 seconds before intervening.

“Look, Alex, I’m so sorry, but…I…MMmnotfeeling great. BUT! We should…talk…more?” said Tim, breathing hard. Amazingly, Alex smiled.

“Yeah, totally! Here’s my number. I got a new one since…uh, anyway.” They shared contact information. Alex gave him an awkward hug, then frowned.

“…Tim, what is that-“

“GOTTAGOBYE.”

With that, Tim shot into the distance like a sweaty bullet. Alex shook her head. She was happy to see him again, and was happy that he didn’t just totally ignore her, but…

“Man, what’s eating him?”

Tim slammed the door shut behind him.

“Fuuuuck!” he cried, waddling towards the bedroom at full speed as he desperately undid his belt, throwing it roughly into the far corner of the room. His pants fell down, and he practically tore his underwear off as he collapsed onto the bed. His cock was rock hard, and no wonder. A very small woman with tiny, transparent wings appeared to be impaled on it. Her mouth was firmly attatched to the root of his penis, her chin bushing against his balls. Every now and then her tongue would move against the side of his cock, as well as her dangling limbs-tiny finger and toes tickling away. The head was a good inch or so outside of her stretched out anus, and was drooling precum everywhere. He was just about ready to burst, and at this point probably didn’t need anymore assistance, but he couldn’t help himself.

“FUCK you’ve been driving me CRAZY, you little cocksleeve!” He cried, grasping her little body in his right hand, he began to move her up and down his shaft. Fey had been mostly silent during the day, which was understandable given what her mouth and throat were being used for, but now she started to moan loudly as Tim jerked himself off with her petit body. She could feel her ribcage crumble and snap under the vice-like grip of the human’s fingers. Not that it mattered-her organs had been practically minced after an hour or so spent impaled on his length like this. She had still managed to come countless times, and the juices from both her own pussy and Tim’s rod had coated her fine skin in a glistening, musky coat.

It didn’t take long for Tim to finally cum. Fey felt him throb with heat and passion all the way through her as ropes of white, milky semen shot out of his manhood. Tim was too far gone to care about the mess. He collapsed back onto his bed, and in no time at all he was snoring loudly.

Fey waited a bit, and then felt Tim’s cock started to soften inside of her. Even soft it was about half as big as she was, but after a while she was able to slowly push herself off of the sleeping human. She immediately felt empty without Tim inside of her, and considered just staying on him as best she could manage, but she wanted to see how she looked after spending so many hours as a human’s sex-toy. Once she was free she flew up to the mirror and inspected herself. Her legs dangled unresponsively-her spine must have snapped at some point. It looked as if all that was keeping her lower half tied to the rest of her was skin and intestine. Her anus was gaping wider than she had thought possible, even for a Fairy. She could easily place both of her fists inside the yawning chasm between her legs. She wondered if repeated abuse like this would leave a permanent effect-what if her asshole never became fully right again? Regeneration was one thing, but even Fairy magic had limits.

Fey’s jaw had also been stretched further than it ever had been. Her mouth hung open, jaw dangling down to just above her breasts. She tried opening and closing it, but again there was no respsonse-the jawbone must have popped clean off. The fairy tried popping it back in place, but it was tricky when there was so much skin in the way where she had stretched to accommodate Tim’s girth. She gave up, letting it hang free for now in front of her slightly caved in chest.

Fey considered what would happen next. When she had woken up this morning, missing most of her internal organs and impaled on a dick, she had been quite surprised. Normally she would have been sent back home now. But she was still with Tim. Her mission was to make him happy, wasn’t it? She had thought that last night counted, but here she was. So she had resolved to stay with the human until he was. That was what fairy’s were for, right? She was just doing her job. That’s what she told herself.

Flying down towards the bedside cabinet, Fey landed on her feet. Suddenly she remembered that her spine had been broken in half, and she promptly folded in two, her lower half ending up parallel with her upper half. She laid there for a moment, staring at her own gaping anus. She reached a hand forward, brushing the inside of her leg, but then simply lay down again, suddenly tired. She wasn’t sure how long she would be with Tim, or what it would take to make him happy, but she was willing and able to try absolutely anything to finally make it happen.

She just hoped HQ woudn’t send a search party…

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Just a short chapter to set up the plot conceit I've eventually plumped for (i.e Fey staying with Tim until she decides he's "Happy", Tim taking full advantage.) Next few chapters will probably see more characters get in on the fun.

Thoughts, suggestions always welcome!