Chad stood there staring at his massive erection with big bow around his nuts. It seemed to be growing bigger. It wasn't until he felt the dirt of the field house floor touch the bottom of his balls that he realized his body had shrunk, while his cock and balls remained normal sized. He struggled to untie the massive rope in the hopes he would spring back to normal size, but a butterfly net dropped over his shrunken form with all the blood rushing from his tiny body to a cock twice his size, Chad passed out.
He couldn't have been out too long. His boner had started to deflate. He looked up through the mesh netting at his giant captor.
"Milo?" he squeaked.
"Hey, Chad, good, you're awake. Didn't want to startle you, when I untie your dick," Milo said reaching under the net and pulling on the cord.
"Oooooh!" gasped Chad as the string came away, and his cock shrank like an inflated balloon suddenly releasing its air. Instead of shooting around the room, it snapped back into him like a rubber band. He sat up abruptly as his back seemed to explode.
"Beautiful dragonfly wings," cooed Milo.
Chad struggled with his new iridescent glassy wings in the netting. Then Chad's eyes shifted to the big scrapbook that Milo was always toting around. He would collect flowers and insects, and flatten them in pages of his book. Chad had a really bad feeling that he had been collected and was about to be flattened.
"Milo, I am human!" Chad shouted in his newly high pitched chirpy voice.
Milo laughed, "You never were that good in English, Chad. You were human. Now you are pixie, and you'll make a great addition to my pressed fairy collection."
"Wh-wh-what!?!?" Chad sputtered. "I'm a guy."
"Not all fairies are female, you sexist little fairy!"
"I'm not a fairy."
"Well, technically, pixies are a subset of fairies. There was a chance that you'd become a brownie or leprechaun, but I was hoping you'd be pixified or is it pixielated?" Milo said uncertainly.
Chad struggled with the netting. He was almost out. If he could get free, he could fly for help.
Suddenly, Chad felt his wings pin together. Giant Milo had reached behind him, and under the net and had closed his index finger and thumb around Chad's newly formed wings. With his other hand, Milo lifted the net off Chad, and then he opened his book to a blank page. On the opposite page was a collage of photos of Chad from his football and water polo teams.
"Help! Help! Help!" shrieked Chad realizing his fate. He prayed someone would hear.
"Chad, Chad, Chad, we're all alone, there's no help coming," Milo said.