(All characters in this story are 18+)
The night was unbearably warm, the kind of night where clothes and covers just aren't an option. Even then Nathan couldn't bring himself to remove everything. He knew it changed nothing, but still he would rather not be reminded of and have to look at the entirety of his naked form. Laid in just his loosest pair of boxer briefs, he turned to his side for the fourteenth time that evening, trying to get comfortable. His bed covers were long gone but paradoxically all that seemed to do was allow more of the heat to penetrate his skin.
He thought about maybe just saying 'to hell with it' and removing the boxers too, after all they were just going to make him hotter right? But then he was reminded of the cruel nicknames, 'Nate the Slate', a moniker that had followed him through the end of high school and somehow to college. His own fault for choosing a college so close to home he sometimes told himself. If he'd gone further away, somewhere his reputation wasn't known, then maybe he could have moved past it. But then again, all it would take would be another event like that night and he'd be right back where he started.
At nearly 5' 11" tall, with a decent frame and relatively handsome features on him to boot, for all intents and purposes Nathan looked like the opposite of someone with body issues. Until that night that was true for him, but the aftermath had destroyed his self esteem.
It had begun when he'd finally plucked up the courage to ask out Kayla, a girl he'd long been infatuated with but who was considerably higher up the social pecking order than he was. He wasn't an athlete or particularly popular but he also wasn't an outcast. Still though, it had been a bold move to even try. To his shock, she'd said yes although had requested they keep things 'unofficial' for the time being. That suited him down to the ground, as long as he knew that they were actually a thing, he didn't care what label she wanted to put on it.
The first few weeks had been exciting. She told him they should stay away from one another at school but on the flip side the two were constantly messaging one another via social media. Things got gradually more and more flirtatious, her words setting fires in his body as he dreamed of the things she described herself doing to him. Only words were exchanged to begin with as she, in her words, 'wasn't comfortable getting any more intimate until after her 18th birthday', but, only a few days away from that date, Nathan received a photo on his phone.
He remembered so vividly how wild the image had made him. Laid out on a bed was a set of red, lacey lingerie. Kayla had followed the image up with:
"I can't wait for my birthday 😘"
She then promised he'd see her in it, or rather he'd at least get a photo. Her family was taking her away for her 18th Birthday (a way bigger deal than his had been apparently) so a photo would have to do, but perhaps if he was lucky he'd get to see it in person when she came back.
The days dragged until the fateful night of Kayla's 18th. Nathan was laid in bed, his phone held to his chest awaiting her message, clutching it like some precious ring that would surely corrupt his mind and need tossing into a volcano. He was nervous but excited, scared but overjoyed, felt sick or like he could do a backflip. He really didn't know what he was feeling. But then his phone vibrated, followed by the familiar ding of a notification. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for.
He opened his phone and gawped at the photo that loaded onto his screen. There she was, in all her glory, stood in only the lingerie set she had teased him with earlier in the week. Her body was even more amazing than he'd imagined, slightly more tanned than he thought, but she had probably been on a sunbed or something ahead of her birthday celebrations. She had cropped out her face from the picture, but he was pretty sure she knew what his real focus was anyway. Having only ever imagined them in his mind, her actual assets were a little bigger than he had originally thought, but he definitely wasn't complaining. The lingerie hugged her body tightly, emphasising her form to give her curves he didn't know existed. He was practically drooling and could feel the erection that had sprang up in his pants.
"What do you think? 🤭" she had asked.
"God damn you are so unbelievably hot! I've never been so turned on in my life! 😍😍😍🍆💦💦💦" he had replied.
"Really? 😜Why don't you show me then? 😘🍆💦💦🍑"
He felt it was only fair given what she had sent him. He stood and removed his clothes, his boner sticking out as proudly as it could. It wasn't massive but he had never really thought too much about size before anyway. Angling his phone as best he could, Nathan snapped a picture of his cock and sent it back to her. He waited as patiently as his overstimulated mind could allow until he received a new message. That's when things started to go wrong.
"Oh my god, it's even smaller than I thought it would be 🤣🤣🤣"
Nathan didn't register what the message had said. He couldn't.
"What do you mean? Don't you like it?"
"Like it? That thing probably isn't even long enough to get inside my pussy with you on top! 🤭😂🤣 Not that that was ever gonna happen anyway..."
"Wait what? But you sent me that picture!"
"That wasn't a picture of me you utter moron, couldn't you tell? Here's an up to date one..."
A picture flashed up on Nathan's phone of Kayla surrounded by people from his year, apparently at some sort of birthday party he'd not been told about. He didn't need to ask if she'd shown them the picture. The looks on their faces said it all. They were all curled into mocking sneers and looks of wicked contempt. Nathan was speechless.
"But, why?"
"Oh no, you really did believe this was all real didn't you? You poor sweet idiot! 🤣 When my boys told me you had a microdick I just had to find out for myself and now you've wilfully confirmed it for me and everyone else!"
"You bitch!!"
"Ooh, big words tiny man! 🤏🤪 Anyway, I'm going to go enjoy my party now that I've had my fun. Why don't you grab yourself some tweezers and go nut to that picture? Trust me it's the closest thing you're ever going to get to any action after tonight! 😚"
Kayla had been good to her word. By the time school rolled around on Monday, everyone it seemed had seen the picture or at the very least heard about it. Nathan heard whispers in the corridors when he walked past, notes were dropped into his bag and someone even graffitied his locker all with the same phrase: "Nate the Slate." Apparently he was not only small but had no genitals at all according to what people thought.
He hated thinking about what had happened, the way his trust had been utterly betrayed. Not only was he now severely self conscious of his body but he found himself unable to approach or build relationships with other people, particularly women, for fear that it might be another trick and one that would rend his heart from his chest. The memory hit him with so much shame and pain that Nathan had completely missed the figure now laid behind him.
"Am I fucking invisible here? Hey asshole, wakey wakey!"
Nathan fell out of the bed in shock at the coarse voice from behind him. When he finally found his bearings, he looked back wide eyed at the figure laid out on his bed, cackling at his fall it seemed. Laid naked before him he saw an unnaturally beautiful woman, or at least something with a womanly form. Its skin was tinted a deep but vivid red, small horns protruded from a cascade of jet black hair on its head and he noticed that the creature's smile hid perfectly white teeth with canines just a little longer than natural as if they were fangs. Its eyes looked human but had an unnatural yellow tint in the iris and its lips were a dark but full purple. Yet despite its inhuman features, Nathan couldn't help but feel instantly allured to it if not also deathly afraid.
"Hi lover," it said with a lustful grin.
"W-what are you?" Nathan spluttered.
"Why are humans always so fucking rude? Why don't you ask a lady her name first?"
Nathan was too perplexed to do anything other than what the creature asked.
"W-who are you then?"
"Better. My name is Saryss. As to what I am, care to guess?"
