It's The Small Things

"Sammy, I'm sorry but the growth treatment isn't working. That benign tumor we removed damaged your pituitary gland. I'm sorry to say, your growth has stopped permanently at three feet, ten inches. On the plus side, your body is in proportion. Everything, your limbs, internal organs, sexual organs and function are all fine, just smaller." "The most recent tests we've done show you healed quite well from the vasectomy, you had that done at age eighteen."

"What about growing a beard or moustache?"

"ln your case, as far as facial hair, I highly doubt it. Sadly your development has stopped at the age of around Ten years old."

You're twenty-seven, and you work. I think you do well."

"Thanks doc, but I'll never be able to buy off the rack."

That's me, Sammy Cole, destined never to buy clothes off the rack, grow a beard, or have kids.

But through tenacity I've gotten this far. I now have a job I love and am good at. I am a aircraft dispatcher for Consolidated Airlines, for five years.

All things considered, I do alright. Except when it comes to women and dating.

Actually women find me adorable, they just don't believe I'm twenty-sev en, and won't date me. As for other little people, it just never seemed to work out. So I have given up on dating.

I left my doctor's office and headed to work for my night shift. I'd be early, but no matter. I was already dressed for work anyway and had my work ID.

My shift was busy with a lot of flights rerouted due to weather. And a medical emergency. I was glad the time went fast.

I put on my grey pork pie hat and small backpack, and headed home.

"Later Sammy!", my coworker Stan said. "Hang tough Stan!", we gave each other a fist bump.

Jasmine Fazri sat in her office reviewing personnel files with John Peck. He supervised aircraft dispatchers. She was the new vice president of personnel.

Jasmine did a double take when she looked at the photo attached to the file. "He looks ten years old." Jasmine said to herself.

"John, who is Samuel Cole?"

"Oh yeah, Sammy, he's a little guy, only 3" tall I think. He's a very good dispatcher. He's twenty-seven."

"He's twenty-seven??"

John shook his head,,"Yes he is."

Jasmine stood and walked around her desk. She stood 6'7" and intimidated men with her height. She had jet black shoulder length hair, smooth light complexion, green eyes and a lean muscular build. She worked out. Jasmine Farzi also had a little people fetish. She had loved them all her life. But she never dreamed she would find an adult little person that small. Jasmine Farzi was forty-one.

"John, I want to meet Sammy Cole, but I want to observe him at work first, unnoticed."

"I'll set it up.", John said.

The next evening Jasmine sat at her desk watching Sammy on a monitor that John had set up. She could listen in also.

"This is Consolidated Airlines Dispatch, go ahead conrad ATC.(Air traffic control) "We're not in radio contact with your flight 217, and he is close to the air force test range. We need him to ascend to thirty-seven thousand and turn right to course two twenty." "Yeah I see it too. I've been trying to raise flight 217 also."

"I'm on it." Sammy tried his radio. No response. Sammy quickly got on the message service and relayed the altitude and course change.

Sammy was advised by ATC flight 217 was back on course. After confiring with ATC Sammy decided to divert the flight to it's alternate landing site to repair the aircraft's communications.

Jasmine Farzi heard the whole exchange on the call. Sammy Cole impressed her. She was amazed too, at how small, compact, and muscular he was.

The next day at the end of his shift, he was told to report to Jasmine Farzi's office on the eighteenth floor.

"Hello Miss Farzi, I was told you wanted to see me.", Sammy said, as he knocked on the door frame.

"Please come in Mr. Cole and have a seat. I monitored some of your work last night. Particularly flight 217, impressive."

"Thank You Miss Farzi."

Jasmine rose and came from behind the desk. She towered over Sammy. She noticed Sammy kept looking into her eyes as she stood. She was delighted at how little he was. She loved his blue eyes and short black hair. Jasmine thought his attire of a vest, bow tie, and grey pork pie hat adorable.

Sammy marveled at her green eyes, and how tall and beautiful she was. Particularly her green eyes.

"Please call me Sammy, everyone does."

"So Sammy, If I may ask, how tall are you?"

"3'10"' Sammy explained about the benign tumor that damaged his pituitary gland. Also how his highschool counselor steered him towards this career.

"Well Sammy, I have never met an adult as small as you", and I hope we can talk again soon."

"I hope so too Miss Farzi." They shook hands and Sammy left.

"We will meet again and talk soon Sammy." Jasmine thought to herself.

Two weeks had passed since Jasmine had spoken to Sammy. She couldn't stop thinking about him. Her little people fetish had taken hold of her again very strongly. As well as her mother instincts. Jasmine thought Sammy was unlike any little person she had ever encountered. To her he was a perpetual little boy of Ten years old. She was sad that they hadn't seen each other as they worked opposite hours. But she would find a way to make it work.

Meanwhile she had to find an apartment. She decided to ask John Peck.

"Well Miss Farzi, there is the Wellmen Arms, Victoria Loft Apartments, Burgan Arms, and the Chadwick.", John Peck said.

"The Chadwick is newer, nice amenities, close to the subway, which makes it an easy commute to get here. The subway station is under our building. Oh, Sammy Cole lives there, he likes it."

"Thank you Mr. Peck, for the information, I'll look into these."

"You're Welcome."

Jasmine turned and smiled. "The Chadwick huh." She said to herself.

Sammy, he was having a great but busy week. He was looking forward to going swimming in the pool that was in the Chadwick's sub basement.

Jasmine was also busy. Between work and looking for an apartment. She checked out John Peck's suggestions. The Chadwick being the last on the list. All the others involved a driving commute of thirty to sixty minutes. The Chadwick had a subway station a half a block from it. And the subway stopped under Consolidated Airlines building. She could be at work in twenty minutes.

She found the apartment fit what she was looking for and signed the lease. She was now the new resident of Unit 7B.

The weekend came and Jasmine decided to familiarize herself with the Chadwick. She started with the sub basement pool. She spotted Sammy doing laps in the lanes at the far end. He looked like a mini torpedo going through the water.

Jasmine walked over to where Sammy was. He was swimming towards her, but had not spotted her yet. When he got to the end of the lane he looked up surprised.

"Miss Farzi?"

"Hey Sammy, yep it's me. The new tenant of Unit 7B." Jasmine said with a smile.

"Welcome, give me a minute, I'll be right with you." Sammy swam over to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. Jasmine noticed how muscular Sammy was for someone so small. He had a swimmer's body. Though he looked ten, his body wasn't that of the typical ten year old. Jasmine was impressed.

Sammy came over in a robe and shower shoes.

"Miss Farzi, give me twenty minutes to get cleaned up, and if you like I can show you around the rest of the place."

"That'd be great Sammy, thanks!" Jasmine smiled as she watched him go.

Fifteen minutes later Sammy returned wearing black sweatpants, grey long sleeve polo shirt, black high tops, and grey pork pie hat.

For the next hour Sammy showed Jasmine around. Afterwards they ordered Chinese takeout and went to Jasmine's apartment.

"John Peck gave me a list of places to check out. Including here. He told me you lived here. What sold me on the Chadwick was the subway access.", Jasmine said.

"Yeah, you can't beat this place for that.", Sammy said, "I'm in unit 5D."

Sammy thought Jasmine looked great. She wore jeans, white running shoes, and a red blouse.

"So Miss Farzi, your name, is that Iranian?" Sammy thought it was.

"Very good Sammy, I'm impressed!"

"Hey Sammy, call me Jazz, no need to be so formal, we're friends."

"Okay Jazz, great I'm glad you consider us friends. I do too."

"So Jazz, how are you liking your job so far?"

"It's interesting and challenging, especially since Consolidated bought Ruston Regional and Donner Regional airlines."

"Yeah, I read about that in the company newsletter. That'll expand our workload, once the merger is done. We have to learn the operating areas of both airlines."

"Alright enough shop talk Sammy, how's your love life?"

"Non existent, I don't date anymore, It just got to hard, even when dating other little people. Besides I really like very tall women." "I have a fetish, I guess you can say."

"Well dating as a tall woman is not easy either, I can tell you. Men are intimidated by my height. Or they treated me like a novelty, once that wore off, they were gone." But, since you brought up fetishes, I have a little person fetish. I find them very appealing."

"Really Jazz?" "Interesting."

"They bring out very strong maternal instincts in me.", Jazz said.

"Maternal instincts, wow.", I said.

"So Sammy, you like us big tall girls do ya!", Jazz said laughing.

"And their nice boobs!", I said giggling. "Sweeet!"

"Oh yeah!", Jazz said as she scooped me up in her arms and spun around laughing looking down at me.

"Hehe, now I gotcha Sammy!"

"So, you're a boobs man are ya!"

"Ahhhh Jazz!", I said giggling as she picked me up. I tried to wiggle free, but Jazz's grip was too strong.

"Go ahead Sammy, fight me, I love it!" She said laughing.

Jazz sat down on the couch, still having me firmly in her arms. I looked up at her. She down at me with the warmest expression.

"So, little people fetish, and strong maternal instincts, hmmm." I said.

"Yep, and let's see, likes, big tall girls, and boobs, hmmm.", Jazz said.

"Yeah.", I said, with a sigh and dreamy far away expression."

"Well, feel them Sammy.", Jazz said softly.

"Huh?", I said

"Feel my boobs, go ahead Sammy."

I reached up and felt them and heard Jazz sigh and saw her eyes close.

"Oh such a gentle touch Sammy."

"Very nice Jazz, very nice. And no bra, even nicer!"

Jazz giggled. She opened her blouse. My eyes widened at how pretty they were. They were big, round, and the nipples large and pink.

"Wow!", I said.

"Put your hands on them baby, go ahead." Jazz thought Sammy's expression was adorable as he touched her.

Jazz's maternal instinct were coming to the surface strongly. She knew he was an adult of twenty-seven in her head. But in her heart, Sammy was a small child. A small child she wanted in her life. But she wanted the little man in her bed too. Now she could have both. She was happy he would always be the size he was.

Jazz drew Sammy closer to her breasts.

"Go ahead baby, nurse from mommy.", Jazz said, as she touched Sammy's face. Her body tingled as Sammy latched on to her nipple. Even though she had no milk, in that moment, in her head, Jazz was Sammy's mother. Sammy her child.

Jazz rubbed Sammy's belly under his shirt. "Shhhh Sammy, Shhhh."

"Aww, the little guy was sound asleep.", Jazz said to herself.

"You're safe baby, mommy has you."

She carried Sammy to the bedroom.

She turned the bed down, and removed all of Sammy's clothes. Jazz loved seeing all of him. She thought his genitals were perfect.

Jazz had her clothes off and tucked Sammy in beside her.

Sammy stirred. "Sammy, settle down, shhhh.", Jazz said.

"Wow, I really was knocked out." Sammy said, as he went to get up.

Jasmine was immediately on top of Sammy, and pinned him with her legs.

"Oh no you don't, you're staying right here with me.", Jasmine laughed as Sammy giggled trying to wiggle free. She reached under the blankets and cupped Sammy's testicles in her hands.

"Ahhh, okay, I'm staying Mommy!"

"That's better Sammy.", Jasmine looked down at Sammy. She loved his cute little blue eyes. She touched his face, then ran her fingers through his hair.

"When I first met you Sammy, I swear I wanted to eat you up right in the office."

"Really?", Sammy looked surprised.

"Yeah, I struggled to maintain my composure." "That's the effect you have on me Sammy."

"Seriously Jazz?", I said surprised.

"Yes, Sammy this has been the best date I've ever had. You make me feel like a natural woman."

"I am really surprised.... me???, I would think a beautiful woman like you Jasmine would have had many men make you feel that way. You're so beautiful and kind."

"Not like you Sammy." Jasmine said., you're just right." Jasmine kissed him. Both settled in each other's arms and went to blissful sleep.

Weeks went by. Jasmine and Sammy spent as much time together as their opposite schedules permitted.

Jasmine really admired and enjoyed how Sammy took pleasure in simple things. She enjoyed their walks in the park. Going to an outdoor cafe to get coffee and people watch.

She liked just being with Sammy. Jasmine loved his playfulness when they fooled around. Jasmine loved when he called her mommy.

Sammy had had a difficult week. Between work on the new routes, and working his shift. He was exhausted and stressed out.

Jasmine smiled when she opened the door. "Hey Sammy, come on in!"

"Jazz, I'm sorry I didn't call first, are you busy?"

"Not at all Sammy!" She saw the tired look in his eyes. "Are you alright Sammy?"

"I really need you Jazz.", I said. I reached out and she wrapped me in her embrace.

"C'mon baby I'm here."

"Please can I just lay with you for a while Jazz?"

"You need a little TLC Sammy?"

"Yeah Mommy I do."

Jasmine picked Sammy up and carried him to her bedroom.

"Let mommy take care of you Sammy."

She lay Sammy on the bed after turning it down. And gently undressed him. She held him close.

Then when she lay him down, she undressed. Jasmine was on top of Sammy, rubbing him down. She smiled as she saw Sammy become hard.

"Go in me Sammy, go ahead fill me up."

She felt Sammy enter her. She felt him thrusting in her.

"Good Sammy, give me all you got!"

With ten rapid thrusts, Jasmine's back arched, her head went back. "Oh yeah!", Jasmine exclaimed. She saw colors as they both climaxed.

Then Jasmine and Sammy lay together listening to the rain and distant thunder. They had found in each other what each needed.

They smiled at each other and wrapped in each other's arms drifted off to sleep. Dreaming of their future together.

THE END