Chad felt himself lifted into the air by his wings, With his free hand, Milo applied some glue stick paste to the bottom of the blank page in his book. He lowered Chad's kicking tiny pixie feet into the thick white goo. Chad was up to his ankles in the sticky stuff.
"Hold still, Chad!" ordered Milo shaking his wings slightly.
"I don't want to be pressed flat in your fairy book. Gawd, Milo, we're classmates. I'm a human being not an insect," squeaked Chad in protest.
"Dude, you got wings now. And you're the size of a bug. You are not human. Which in this case is good. Flattening a human would kill you, but being flattened as a fairy, it only immobilizes you."
"So why not a cage or-"
"Because bright boy, if you could move, you'd eventually pick the lock or bend the bars and escape, but when you're pressed between the pages of a book, you're unable to move and are frozen in time."
"But why me?"
"Why indeed?" said Milo furrowing his brow and staring at Chad's shrunken manhood. "I thought you were a stud, but your cock and balls look like they could belong to a fifth grader."
"You shrank them and me!" Chad shouted.
"Hm?" Milo pursed his lips, "You did look pretty big until I undid the bow. Maybe you're just a grower and frightened right now?"
"Why wouldn't I be frightened?" Chad retorted angrily. His anger increased tenfold as Milo started rubbing Chad's shrunken manhood with his free hand's pinky finger. At first his balls shrank even more, but with sufficient prodding, Chad was sporting a boner.
Milo smiled, and licked the tiny dew off his pinky finger.
"Yep, pixie juice, a hundred times more potent than pixie dust," he chortled. Then Chad freaked as he saw Milo's head move in. He felt the moist tip of Milo's giant tongue slam into his cock like it was a pot roast. Not that he'd ever fucked a pot roast, but the weight and wetness reminded him of pot roast. Then he felt Milo's huge lips close on his engorged pixie cock. It was like getting a blow job from a whale. He felt the sucking pressure, and was sure his manhood would be ripped off. He trembled, uncontrollably trying to flap his pinned wings. He guessed pixies mated in the air normally. His legs felt rubbery. He exploded. Covered with sweat, he felt like he would pass out. He opened his eyes to see a glowing drop of golden liquid on Milo's tongue, just be fore he swallowed it. Then he saw Milo's face, and hands light up with an inner golden light. Gently, Milo floated in the air over Chad, as he spread Chad's wings flat and lay Chad on his back. It felt so good to lie down. He had never felt so drained after sex, but this was far from his usual sexcapade. Maybe Milo would let him go. Could pixie cum really make a man fly?
Chad heard a creaking sound. He opened his eyes. It was the spine of the book, as Milo closed it. Chad opened his mouth to scream as the photos of his athletic prowess on the opposite page came crashing down on him. Everything went black as he was flattened.
He didn't know how much time had passed. He was awake but unable to move. He was in the dark with an enormous weight pressing down on him. He really wanted to pummel Milo, he just felt so frustrated because he knew it wouldn't happen.
At last the book is opened, Milo looks down at Chad and grins. "Feeling depressed, bug boy?"
Chad couldn't even squeak. All he could do was lie there crushed flat and glued to a page of Milo's scrapbook.
Suddenly, it clicked in Chad's mind. He had called Milo "bug boy" because he was always collecting bugs. Hardly a reason for him to turn Chad into a fairy and flatten him, he thought.