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"Excuse me. Sorry!" Duncan slipped through the crowd of the Fall Festival, careful not to let the pair of cheerleaders escape his sight. Luckily for him, their red cheer uniforms stood out in the crowd and even as taller figures moved between them blocking his view, it only took a glimpse to find them again. Also, he knew that they were headed to the Cyclo-Whirl ride at the East end of the fairground. He'd been buying a corndog as Bree and Vanessa passed behind him, laughing as they dared each other to go on the thrill ride and couldn't believe his luck. Now, wolfing down the last of his corndog as quickly as he could, he squeezed past a heavy-set couple to catch up with the cheerleaders and tried to mentally prepare himself for making his big move. He fixed his gave on the blond and beautiful Bree and thought of the advice that his father had given him before Duncan left for the festival.

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"You've just got be confident, Duncan. There's nothing more attractive to the ladies than a man who's confident and knows what he wants." His father was snuggled up on the couch with Duncan's new redhead stepmom, Janice, as they were settled in to have a movie night while the teen was out at the festival.

"Sure, Dad," Duncan said as he zipped up his NASA hoodie. "It doesn't matter if I'm the shortest guy in my grade, as long as I'm more confident than every other guy who wants to ask her out."

At 5 foot even, the eighteen-year-old hadn't grown an inch since junior high and a raging metabolism meant that no matter how much he ate, Duncan couldn't put on any weight either. His scrawny figure, along with his prescription glasses, gave him the appearance of a textbook highschool nerd (minus any acne attacks, luckily,) and his love of science and science fiction completed the package, making him sure that a bit of confidence wasn't going to be enough to sell a girl on going to the upcoming dance with him.

The fact that he was a the only black student in his school didn't make things any easier on him either. His father had moved the family following a new better-paying job, shortly before his mother passed away, around Duncan's tenth birthday. Most of his classmates were nice enough but there were always a couple who treated him like garbage just because he was different. What he really hated was the expectations he had growing up, based on his father's six foot two inch height, that he was destined to be tall as well. The growth spurt never came and as he discovered porn on the internet, he'd become even more depressed. He couldn't help but feel that he'd been cheated as he watched the gorgeous girls worship the cocks of their male co-stars, especially when every black male pornstar he saw was swinging a thick black dick, and Duncan's average erection barely reached the five inch mark on his ruler.

"You just worry about the confidence part, and the rest will work itself out," his father replied.

"It's true," Janice added with a grin as she slowly rubbed a hand on his father's chest. "Confidence is very sexy."

He looked back to his bespectacled father and the lovely lady by him on the couch and thought that the grinning old man must have some idea about what he was saying, or he never would have convinced the younger woman to a date, much less to marry him. Janice was fifteen years younger then his father, smoking hot and the subject of quite a few of Duncan's late night stroke sessions, though the teen had tried to avoid that since the couple had married and she had officially become his stepmother. Where his father was a high-level scientist at a local government facility, the younger redhead was a yoga instructor and certainly had the body to show for it.

"All right. I'll do my best, I guess. You guys enjoy your movie." Duncan left the house and started the walk down the street toward the Fall Festival.

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Now, Duncan took a deep breath as he found the two cheerleaders in the line for the Cyclo-Whirl and closed the distance between them. He had a crush on Bree since his family had moved to the town and now that it was their senior year of highschool, he knew that it was now or never if he was going to ask her out. His own heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he tapped the blond on her shoulder and both girls stopped their conversation to look in his direction.

Bree's brow furrowed in puzzlement as she saw the it was the nerdy black kid from her class waiting behind her, and her dark-haired friend glanced from Duncan to Bree, wondering if the two of them knew each other. "Hey... you," the blonde said, the pause in her greeting making it obvious that she wasn't near as familiar with Duncan as he was with her. "You're in my physics class, aren't you?"

He felt his heart beat louder in his ears and his palms growing clammy. He stammered as he ran his plan through his mind again, asking Bree if she wanted to go on the ride with him and then after they got off the ride asking her to the dance. Taking a deep breath, he began to ask the beautiful blonde his question.

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Thirty seconds later, Duncan's ears felt like they were burning as he rushed away from the two giggling girls, doing his best to push past the crowd of people and wanting to disappear into the darkness at the edges of the fairgrounds. 'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' he thought to himself as he turned around the corner of a midway game. 'Should've known she wouldn't want to go out with a runt like me! No girl would want to!'

His mind was racing so furiously that his concentration was only broken by a woman's scream just on the other side of a festival trailer, followed by the shouts of other voices joining the first voice. "Stop him! He took my purse," the female voice called out, but Duncan couldn't see anything around the trailer. He quickly stepped to the corner of the trailer to see if he could make out what was going on when someone taller collided with him sending both of them sprawling to the ground.

"Goddammit," the other man snarled as he tried to scramble to his feet, but found his limbs tangled with Duncan slowing his escape.

Duncan barely had time to put together what had happened when the other man was roughly pulled off of him by a police officer, leaving the teen laying on the ground with a purse on his chest, presumably the one that just been stolen. He adjusted his glasses and sat up as a dark-haired older woman ran up to him, and it took him a moment to realize that she was actually dressed as a fortune teller and it wasn't a hallucination. She looked to be in her sixties, with streaks of grey running through her wavy dark hair.

"Are you all right?" she asked as she reached out to Duncan and took his hand. "Thank you so much for stopping that thief!" She helped him the scrawny teen to his feet and saw that he was quite shorter than she had expected. "My! It must've taken quite a bit of courage to take down someone so much larger than yourself!"

The sound of the cheerleader's laughter suddenly rushed back into his memory at the woman's last comment, and he pulled his hand away from hers in irritation. "Yeah, well.. just because a guy's short, doesn't mean he can't handle himself. It's not like I'm a kid or something..." He handed over the purse to the woman and then tried to brush the dirt from his pants.

The fortune-teller moved to open her purse, when she paused, arching a brow as she looked over the rescuer of her purse. "I would give you a cash reward for being so brave, but I have a feeling that what you really want is something that money cannot buy you, Hmmm?" She slipped her purse over her shoulder and took Duncan's hand in her bony fingers, tracing her fingertips along his palm. "Tell me, young man. If you could have any wish granted what would you wish for? What is your heart's deepest desire?"

Duncan's eyes darted to his sides, to see if anyone else was watching the strange woman, but it appeared that everyone else was more interested in the thief that was now laying handcuffed on the ground. He glanced back to the woman, looking up into her eyes to gauge if she was being serious or not. He'd always been a rational type, favoring science over superstition, but he figured that it couldn't hurt to tell her what it was that he'd really been wanting. "I, uh... I wish that... I wish that I were big," he said softly as the woman's fingers traced patterns into his palm and along the back of his hand. "You know, so the girls would like me... want to be with me..."

The woman's eyes were locked on his as well as she began mumbling something under her breath, continuing to draw her patterns over his tingling skin with her nails. The mumbling grew louder, though never loud or clear enough for Duncan to make out what exactly she was saying. As she finished, she clasped his hand between both of her palm and squeezed it as she gave him a sly smile. "You shall have your wish granted, young hero. I hope that you prepared for what it will bring you." The old woman leaned in and gave a quick kiss to each of his cheeks before releasing his hand and then turning toward the police officer who was waiting for them.

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As Duncan got back home, he was exhausted from the emotional roller-coaster of the night. His mind was a jumble of everything that had happened to him at the festival, but he was too tired to concentrate on any of it. He could hear his father snoring in the main bedroom as he went to his own dark bedroom and stripped off his clothes, falling forward onto his bed in just his briefs before falling into a deep sleep.

The teen groaned in his sleep as he began to dream, the events of the night replaying over and over for him and changing each time he relived them. He tossed and turned on his bed in frustration, mumbling strange words in his sleep before his dreams took a strange turn.

Suddenly, in his dreams, he was on the Cyclo-Whirl, seated between the two cheerleaders. Bree and Vanessa both looked at Duncan with lust in their eyes and began running their hands over his body before they began kissing and licking at his neck and face. He could feel their soft breasts pressing to his arms and Bree's hand squeezed at the swelling hard-on at his crotch. He moaned in his sleep as Dream Bree began squeezing and stroking him through his pants, making him grow achingly hard under her fingers. Vanessa moved her hand to the button of his pants and began unfastening them when he blinked and suddenly the cheerleaders, the ride and his pants were all gone, replaced by a dark room and the fortune teller kneeling between his thighs, only now she looked forty years younger, a gorgeous dark-haired vixen as she began stroking his raging five inch erection with a grin. Her dark eyes locked on his cock as she stroked her hand up and down the veiny brown shaft, and each firm tug of his cock made it seem to swell more, larger than he'd ever seen it grow before. The newly youthful fortune teller smiled wider as his dark cock surged in size, length and girth, now large enough for her to use both hands as she stroked it. Duncan could feel his balls swell with a churning load of cum, his now enormous cock throbbing in her slender fingers as it yearned for release. The huge meatpole trembled in her grip, towering taller than her head as it began to erupt.

The moment his orgasm hit, Duncan bolted upright in bed, blinking as he realized that it was already morning as sunlight streamed in through his window.