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	Wilson and the tiny, tiny dick - (Wildick.txt)- Once upon a time:
a sexual fairy tale (no, not that kind of fairies- not that there's
anything wrong with that) about big dicks and small dicks and tiny, tiny
dicks. M/F

			Wilson and the Tiny, Tiny Dick

	Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a far away place called
HiSkule there was a boy named Wilson. Wilson seemed like an average
boy in every way until it was time for Gym. 
	Gym was a ritual in HiSkule where boys (and girls too, though in
a different way) were made to compete to find who was the biggest or 
the strongest or the meanest. During that part Wilson was still just
average, not the biggest and strongest nor the smallest and weakest.
	It was only during Strip Naked, which came after Gym, that
Wilson stood out. And the reason was Wilson had a tiny, tiny dick. It
wasn't just small. It wasn't just shy. Wilson had a tiny, tiny dick.
	"You have a tiny, tiny dick," said the boy with the biggest one.
	"You have a tiny, tiny dick," said the boy with an average one.
	"You have a tiny, tiny dick," said the boy with a small one.
	And it was true. Wilson had a tiny, tiny dick, no bigger than 
your little finger.
	For most of his life so far Wilson hadn't cared. For most of
his life so far big dicks or tiny, tiny dicks hadn't mattered at all.
But now it mattered. From the time the boys told Wilson he had a
tiny, tiny dick, it seemed that it was the only thing that did matter.
	Everywhere Wilson went he heard boys saying that they had big
dicks and girls talking about which boys had big dicks. It seemed
to Wilson that it was the only thing they talked about. It seemed that
having a big dick was the most important thing in the world and Wilson
had a tiny, tiny dick.
	Wilson became very sad. He was no longer a comfortable average.
He had a tiny, tiny dick and now he was also very sad. Wilson wished
he could go away to some place where his tiny, tiny dick wouldn't
matter.
	The HiSkule Counselor noticed Wilson being very sad and asked 
him why he was so sad.
	"I have a tiny, tiny dick and girls only want a big one,"
Wilson said.
	"Size Does Not Matter" said the Counselor. "And boys always
think they have a small dick because they are self-conscious."
	"No," Wilson said. "I have a tiny, tiny dick no bigger than
your little finger."
	"Oh." said the Counselor. "Well, Don't be so sad. I'm sure
you can have almost a normal life even with such a handicap."
	Wilson's mother noticed Wilson being very sad and asked him 
why he was so sad.
	"But Mother, you know I have a tiny, tiny dick," Wilson said.
"You must know why I am so sad."
	"Oh Wilson, that's silly," said Wilson's mother. "Your tiny,
tiny dick is so cute. And you are a wonderful boy and you are my
son and only good things will ever happen to you."
	Wilson was glad his mother loved him, but nothing could make 
Wilson stop being sad because he had a tiny, tiny dick. The girls knew
he had a tiny, tiny dick and would not go out with him. The boys knew 
he had a tiny, tiny dick and made it a point to talk about their big
dicks whenever he was around.
	Wilson was miserable in HiSkule and made up his mind to run
away as soon as he could and find a place where no one knew he had
a tiny, tiny dick. It would be the only way he wouldn't have to be
so sad.
	Wilson did run away and went to a place called WorkForce.
There was no Strip Naked there and no one knew Wilson had a tiny,
tiny dick. Wilson went back to being average in WorkForce except
that deep in his heart he still knew he had a tiny, tiny dick.
	He looked at the other men in WorkForce and knew they had
big dicks. He looked at the women in WorkForce and knew they 
wanted big dicks. He tried not to be sad, but even if no one
knew he had a tiny, tiny dick he still knew and that was almost
as bad as HiSkule.
	One day a Co-Worker noticed Wilson was sad.
	"Why are you sad Wilson?" asked the Co-Worker.
	Wilson wouldn't say.
	The next day the Co-Worker asked again.
	"Why are you sad Wilson?" asked the Co-Worker.
	Wilson admitted that he would never find love, but didn't
say any more.
	The next day the Co-Worker asked yet a third time.
	"Why are you sad Wilson?" asked the Co-Worker.
	And Wilson finally told Co-Worker his problem.
	"I have a tiny, tiny dick, no bigger than your little
finger and women want men with big dicks," Wilson said.
	"Oh, pshaw," said Co-Worker. "Women want Earning Potential.
They don't care about your dick. Women don't want to be bothered
with dicks, really. All they want is Money."
	For once Wilson had Hope. But it was not easy to believe
this news. His Counselor had not helped. His mother had not
helped. Wilson Hoped, but he was cautious.
	"Do women like Earning Potential?" he asked a woman.
	"Oh yes," said she, "Earning Potential makes a woman feel
safe. Women like Earning Potential."
	"Is Earning Potential very important?" he asked a different
woman.
	"Oh yes," said she, "Earning Potential means there will be
food and shelter and clothes for the baby."
	"If a man had Earning Potential, does it matter if he has
a tiny, tiny dick?" he asked a third woman.
	"Oh pshaw," said she, "Size Does Not Matter. You can forget
that if you have Earning Potential."
	Wilson was very happy. Three times he had asked and three 
times women had said it was Earning Potential that was important.
Wilson had Earning Potential even if he did have a tiny, tiny dick.
	"I have Earning Potential," Wilson said to a pretty woman.
"Will you go out with me?"
	And she did.
	Wilson was having the best days of his life since Strip Naked
in HiSkule. He and the pretty woman talked about his Earning Potential
and his tiny, tiny dick never came up. But it did not last.
	After three dates, his tiny, tiny dick did come up, and,
although you couldn’t tell, Wilson wanted more from his relationship
with the pretty woman.
	"We have three dates now and I want Sex," Wilson said.
	"Yes, we should have Sex after three dates," the pretty woman
said.
	Wilson felt better than he ever had before as they went into
the Sex room. It was the most wonderful day of his life. The
pretty woman took off her clothes and showed him that she had big
tits (which is the girl equivalent of a big dick) and Wilson was
very happy.
	"Take off your clothes and we will have Sex," she said.
	But when Wilson took off his clothes, she screamed.
	"You have a tiny, tiny dick, no bigger than my little
finger!" she screamed. "I don't want a tiny, tiny dick! No one
wants a tiny, tiny dick!"
	"But I have Earning Potential," Wilson said.
	"You can't fuck Earning Potential," the pretty woman said.
"Go away. I don't want a man with a tiny, tiny dick."
	And now WorkForce knew that Wilson had a tiny, tiny dick.
Ashamed and very sad, Wilson ran away again and no one cared.
	Wilson ran to Despair where all the freaks lived.
	"At least I will fit in with these people," Wilson said.
	In Despair Wilson found he was average again. He had a 
tiny, tiny dick and others had tits and a dick. He had a
tiny, tiny dick and others had the stump of a dick. He had a
tiny, tiny dick and others had tiny, tiny tits. He had a tiny,
tiny dick and others had a nose as big as a house.
	Wilson was not happy, because Despair was not a happy
place, but he was average again and that was okay. He 
decided that it was his place to live in Despair since
there was no other place for a man with a tiny, tiny dick.
	Then one day a miracle happened. Wilson was walking along
a street of Despair when he saw a beautiful princess sitting
by the road, weeping. 
	He had never seen her before because he would have 
remembered. She didn't look like she belonged in Despair. Her
tits were big and she was very beautiful.
	"Why are you crying?" Wilson asked.
	"I am in Despair because I am a freak," the princess said.
	"How can that be? You have big tits. You are beautiful
and you are a princess," Wilson said.
	"Then why are you here?" the princess answered with a 
question. "You are average and look to have Earning Potential."
	Wilson was ashamed to tell her he had a tiny, tiny dick.
Her words were the kindest he had heard in a long time and he
didn't want to reveal his flaw.
	"Let's not talk about that," Wilson said. "Instead I will
tell you my name. I am Wilson. Who are you?"
	"I am True Happiness," said the princess. "And I agree 
that we should not ask for secrets."
	So Wilson lifted her up and they walked together. He told
her of HiSkule and she told him of BoardingSkule where she grew
up. But there were parts in both stories left out.
	Wilson didn't mind. He knew how it felt to tell a secret.
He was sure he would be kind if she told him the truth, but he
could understand her reluctance. He didn't want to tell her
about his tiny, tiny dick either, because it was going so well.
	On the second day, he met True Happiness at the same place
and they walked again. He talked about WorkForce and she told
him of her days in DaddysCastle.
	While they were walking, a woman walked by. She saw the
princess and started to speak.
	"Hey you're the one with..." but Wilson put his hands over
his ears so he wouldn't find out True Happiness' secret.
	"You are a kind and wonderful man," True Happiness said.
"I want to tell you my secret but I am afraid."
	"I understand," said Wilson. "I told my secret once and
that is why I am in Despair."
	The next day when he looked for True Happiness, she was
not by the road. Wilson was very sad for he assumed she didn't
want to walk with him that day. He walked slowly back to his
place in Despair.
	But on the way he was the woman that had passed them the
day before.
	"Did you give up?" the woman asked.
	"Please leave me alone," Wilson said. "I don't want to 
hear your words."
	"Well it's only right," the woman said, "Trying to escape
Despair indeed. We're doomed to be here. I think it was silly
for her to think she could ever go back."
	Seeing the woman was not going to reveal True Happiness'
secret, Wilson dared to ask her more.
	"What do you mean?" Wilson asked. "Does the princess wish
to return?"
	"Who does not?" the woman asked. "But since you are here and
not at her house, I see that her hope was in vain."
	With that Wilson was off. He had a new resolve to find the
princess' house and find out what the woman was talking about.
	Her house was beautiful like the princess and Wilson knew
it when he saw it. He went to the door and knocked.
	"It's Wilson," he said. "Do you wish to walk with me again
today?"
	"No," said the princess from inside. "I do not wish to
walk today."
	Wilson's heart fell. His head drooped and he turned to go
when the door was opened.
	"I wish to sit and talk today," the princess said. "Please
come in."
	She made tea for them and flitted about very nervous as
Wilson sat. Wilson could see something was troubling her.
	"What is the matter?" Wilson asked.
	"I am afraid I will have to move to Indecision soon,"
said the princess. "For I can not make up my mind."
	"What is troubling you?" Wilson asked, although he had
already guessed.
	"I wish to tell you what we promised not to say, but
I am frightened," she said.
	"I understand," Wilson said. "I am sure it would not make
me hate you, but I know you cannot feel sure of that."
	"Then could you help me?"  the princess asked. "Will
you tell me your secret first and then I promise to tell mine?"
	Wilson looked into her eyes and she was beautiful. He
wanted to believe that she would accept his tiny, tiny dick,
but he was frightened. He liked her very much and it would be
so much worse to tell and have her turn him out.
	"I am not suitable for woman," Wilson said bravely.
"I have Earning Potential but there is something else that
makes women turn me away."
	He looked at the princess and she had not changed.
	"You must tell me or I will never have the courage
to tell you," True Happiness said.
	Wilson cursed himself for wanting to believe so much.
In this humour, he decided that it was better to end it than
to hold false hope. He took a deep breath and spoke.
	"I have a tiny, tiny dick, no bigger than your little
finger and no woman will ever want me," he said.
	And the most horrible, wonderful, terrible, miraculous
thing happened. The princess laughed loud. The princess laughed
hard. The princess laughed merrily.
	Wilson began to cry when she came to him and wiped his 
tears away.
	"Silly goose, I do not laugh at you, but at the Fates,"
True Happiness said. "Now let me see your tiny, tiny dick."
	She was kinder than any other women, having heard his
secret and not turning him away, but Wilson wondered why she
would want to stare at his deformity.
	"Why would you want to ridicule me?" Wilson asked.
	"Please show me," the princess said earnestly, "Must
I remind you that I still have a secret to reveal?"
	Since there could be little further pain after telling
his secret, Wilson undid his pants and pulled them slowly
down. There it was, like her little finger, a tiny, tiny
dick.
	"It is so cute," she said, "But I am not making sport
of you. I thought perhaps you had lied to me to give me hope
and then cruelly take it away."
	Then she took her beautiful finger and thumb and carefully
stroked Wilson's tiny, tiny dick until it stood up, just as big
as her little finger.
	"For you see, I still have my secret to tell you," she
said.
	With that she slipped off her skirt and her many petticoats
and last of all her silken underthings. She stood in front of
Wilson all naked and beautiful and touched between her legs.
	"I thought perhaps you had learned my secret and only
wished to torment me as so many others have," the princess said.
"For my secret, my shame, is that I have a tiny, tiny little cunt,
not even big enough for my little finger to fit inside."
	And she pulled apart the lips and Wilson could see- just
barely, a tiny, tiny little opening crying a tiny, tiny little
tear of passion nestled there between her fingers. And it was
smaller than even the smallest of her fingers.
	"No man can fit in my tiny, tiny cunt," she said, "Not
even Wilson with a tiny, tiny dick, but since you have been
so kind and so brave, I wish to let you ruin me."
	With that she sat on Wilson's lap with his tiny, tiny 
dick resting against her tiny, tiny cunt.
	"Now would you like to have me and be mine forever? For
I wish to have you to be mine forever," she said.
	"Yes," said Wilson. "You are kind and gentle and beautiful
and I love you."
	And so Wilson put his tiny, tiny dick against the opening
of her tiny, tiny cunt and they came together. He pushed and she
pushed and together managed to push his tiny, tiny dick into her
even tinier, tinier cunt. And she screamed.
	Wilson was sorry to hurt her, but it was a day he thought he
would never see and a sound he thought he would never hear. A woman
had screamed because his tiny, tiny dick was too big for her.
	They made wonderful love, although True Happiness had to
complain about how much his dick had stretched her cunt. It was
too big for her, but she loved Wilson and it was all right.
	And so they moved from Despair to live in DaddysCastle and
Wilson never had to worry about his Earning Potential again.
Princess True Happiness was rich and Wilson got his own kingdom
and even better, a tiny, tiny tight cunt that would choke his
tiny, tiny dick until their dying day.
	The End
P.S. Love makes miracles happen and since Wilson and True Happiness
were really, truly in love, she conceived from their first sex.
Nine months later she had a boy (by C-section) and they named him 
Louisville, since he had a big, big dick, bigger than your fist
and as long as your arm up to the elbow- but that's another story.
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