Hey Purple Fairy!
I met my husband in college when we were both pretty young and newly out. He was a hot little track star and I was an up and comer on the football team. But, we both loved the outdoors and after a few perfect weekends together it was evident to both of us that we belonged together. I loved his fresh, lean body and boyish charm.
I’ve always been a big guy: 6’3” and muscular from my years of lifting weights. Puberty hit me early and hard, making me well hung and nicely furry to boot. So when I met Tad it was fun exploring his tight, smooth body and cute little 5” dick.
Ten years later we are still in love, but I guess I had always expected that Tad would…I don’t know…mature a bit along the way. My buff college frame is still in great shape, but I’m a bit broader and my face has a few extra lines. But Tad is just as boyish and twinky as he was the day I met him.
I don’t want to change who Tad is, but part of me is slightly bored with being the only “manly” one in the relationship. Always lifting the heavy bags, always expected to do the manual chores…always being the top.
A lot of people take their relationships for granted, but that’s just human nature. Everyone always wants something else, something more. Satisfaction is difficult to come by, if not outright impossible at times. Too many people get caught up in how things might be that they lose sight of things as they are.
Hoping for a change might be an innocuous enough thing, at first. Variety is the spice of life, after all, and one couldn’t be blamed for wanting a little bit more colour in their days. But things take on a different hue when you get ancient cosmic powers involved. It’s a phrase said frequently enough, "Be careful what you wish for." But hardly anyone seems to truly understand what it means.
Relationships were complicated. Even the best ones. But Kyle knew that he had something great going with his love of the past ten years, Tad. They had both seen their friends get together and break up, had spent more than a few nights being the drunken crying shoulder. There were mistakes, there were arguments, there were moments when it felt like everything was falling apart, but despite all that they were still together.
In point of fact, Kyle was happy. And maybe that should have been the end of the story. But for a while now, he’d been getting it in his head that things could have turned out differently. He knew for a fact that he would always love Tad, but he had always thought that the twink he’d fallen in love with would mature physically into a man more like he was.
Kyle knew it was stupid. It was incredibly superficial and shallow and greedy. But he couldn’t help it. He knew, intellectually, that Tad put as much work into their relationship as he did, but emotionally he felt like he was doing more. It wasn’t for any deep reason but because the physical work that he did end up doing the most of just had a more visceral cost.
Kyle had watched Tad come home from his incredibly demanding office job completely wiped out on more than one occasion, but that didn’t change the fact that whenever they decided to renovate the house or rearrange the furniture in the living room, he ended up with the sore muscles.
It was a vain hope that Kyle had for change, but a hope nonetheless. He had heard of the Purple Fairy on some niche community board on the internet. He didn’t even remember how he got there, if he was being honest. What he’d read, how the men had changed, it was almost too good to believe, but it was something. And he figured that if he could do something to alleviate that niggling thought in the back of his mind, even if it didn’t work, it would be for the better.
Just as Kyle expected, nothing happened. His wish wasn’t answered. Tad wasn’t going to change. And he made his peace with that.
Well, Kyle didn’t notice anything happening.
The day of the well-deserved hiking trip that Tad and Kyle had been planning for a while, Tad woke Kyle up with a little squeal of delight. Kyle grunted with confusion as he was knocked out of grogginess by Tad’s arms wrapping around his chest and shoulders.
It wasn’t that Kyle was complaining. In fact, feeling Tad’s naked body pressed up against his made his own cock twitch. But he had no idea what was going on. Tad was often given to excitement, but this was something else.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Tad, nearly tripping over his own words in his haste to express how grateful he was. For what, Kyle had no idea. "It’s beautiful." Tad whispered.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle saw the scraps of gift wrapping on Tad’s nightstand. On top of the shredded paper was a velvet-lined, wood-paneled box that looked extremely fancy. The beautiful silver bangle, decorated with three large amethyst beads, currently being held up into the light by Tad was probably what the box had inside.
Before Kyle had a chance to protest or say that he had no idea where the gift came from, Tad slipped it on and said, "Now I’m even more excited for this trip! I’m so happy we’re doing this!" Kyle couldn’t help but smile. Tad’s excitement was infectious. He didn’t have the heart to tell his lover that the gift hadn’t come from him.
Tad reached down, grabbed the sides of Kyle’s face, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. The merest touch of Tad’s fingers on Kyle’s skin made Kyle shiver with pleasure. The sensation went straight to the head of his cock, making him leak. The kiss made him tingle all over, especially when Tad whispered, "I’m going to have to give you a good reward for this when we get to the cabin…"
"Yeah?" said Kyle, folding his arms behind his head. He glanced down between his legs, where the blanket was being pushed up by his sizable erection. "Why wait?" he said. The gift might not have been from him, but he wasn’t about to turn down the promise of sex.
"Because right now you need to get that cute butt out of bed!" said Tad, with a laugh as he got out of the bed, passing over Kyle. "I don’t know about you, but your cabin’s a few hours away and I want to get there before night."
Kyle groaned. "Aww, babe!" said Tad, leaning down and tracing a finger up the underside of Kyle’s cock, "you know teasing makes the payoff better."
Tad was touchy the rest of the morning, making it painfully difficult for Kyle to get ready while trying to ignore the erection in his pants. It didn’t help that every time Tad touched him, he felt a shiver of pleasure that went straight to his cock. He didn’t remember ever being this sensitive before, but if he was being honest, it actually felt quite good.
The car ride went about as Kyle had expected. The first two hours were filled with Katy Perry and Beyoncé, along with whichever new pop stars were the gay Queens of the month. To tell the truth, Kyle had never really understood the obsession with it, but he liked the way that Tad got into the songs. Tad always seemed to have a blast singing along to the songs. Kyle didn’t get it, but that didn’t stop him from loving the happy, carefree look that Tad often got on these road trips.
Tad didn’t get any less touchy-feely in the car, though. Fortunately, this time Kyle had the road to focus on. Because as much as he wanted to bend Tad over and take him then and there, the last thing that he wanted was to cause an accident. Sure, every touch made his cock stir, but he was able to grit his teeth and keep vigilant, paying attention to the road despite the erection pressing up against his thigh.
Kyle didn’t really notice until halfway through the fourth hour of the trip that Tad had stopped singing along to the tracks. Instead, Tad was looking out the window, occasionally bopping his head or tapping his foot to the beat. Kyle figured that his husband had just tired himself out and thought nothing of it. Though he had to say that the tunes were starting to grow on him as he mouthed along to the lyrics, having heard the songs enough times to have a basic idea of what the singers were saying.
It wasn’t until they got to the cabin and Tad got out of the car that Kyle noticed he’d changed. It wasn’t anything spectacular or particularly noteworthy, but there was a definite difference in the way that Tad stood, walked, and moved. There was a more confident swagger to his actions, and an easier confidence to the way that he smiled.
Kyle’s cock twitched as he realized that Tad had also grown a good inch or two since the time that they set out on their road trip. Tad’s face had taken on a slightly harder, more angular, more conventionally masculine look, and his body had certainly gained some definition, but not quite enough to make him qualify as a "jock."
If not for the fact that he was seeing it with his own two eyes, Kyle wouldn’t have believed it. His wish was coming true, and he could think of nothing hotter. In fact, it was probably the straw that broke the camel’s back because no sooner had they set their belongings down inside the cabin than he cornered Tad against one of the walls.
"Say…" Kyle murmured, wrapping his arms around Tad’s waist. The mere contact was electric, almost managing to draw a guttural moan from his throat. It was weird, but more importantly it felt good. "We’re at the cabin now… What say you give me that reward you promised this morning?"
"Are you kidding me?" said Tad, tapping Kyle on the nose. It was an uncharacteristically assertive response, one that only turned Kyle on even more. "We still have so much to do! We gotta unpack, gotta make sure everything’s in order… You know, running water, gas in the kitchen… I think I might run down to the dock and make sure the boat’s still running in case we want to take it out…"
"Come on…" Kyle groaned. He’d been waiting for hours. His body was driving him up the wall. He was so fucking horny one touch on his cock would probably make him explode. "You promised, you tease!" he said, blinking as the words came out a fair bit higher than he would have wanted.
"I know you like it, babe," said Tad, gently placing his hands on Kyle’s wrists and unwrapping Kyle’s arms from around his midriff. "Besides, the sooner we get this stuff done and have dinner, the sooner we’ll have time for your reward," he added, with a little wink and a smirk.
Kyle was lying on the couch in front of the fireplace when he heard the front door of the cabin open. "Hey babe, I’ve got the grill out back going. The boat was fine so I thought I’d see if there was anything else I could do around the place," Tad called out from the threshold.
The only response that Kyle could manage was a grunt. Unpacking and making sure that everything was in tip-top condition had taken a lot more out of him than it really should have. He was still struggling to catch his breath. His muscles ached more than he was used to.
Kyle was afraid that he was coming down with something that would ruin the entire trip, but the moment that he saw Tad walk into the living room with an armful of firewood, he perked up. "Where’d you get that?" he said, struggling to get the words out. Before, Tad would have only managed two or three pieces of firewood before complaining that it was too heavy. Now there was a whole bundle in his arms.
Tad walked over to the fireplace and dumped the wood behind the grate, kicking up a small cloud of soot and ash. He waved his hand in front of his face, no longer as limp-wristed as he used to be. "Figured it might get cold tonight," said Tad. "I saw that there wasn’t any cut firewood so I wanted to see if I could do something about that."
Tad turned to face Kyle and grinned, placing a fist on his hip as he held out his other arm in front of him. Tad looked at his hand then glanced at Kyle and said, "Have I always been this strong?" Kyle didn’t really know how to answer that question, but fuck if it didn’t turn him on. "God it feels good," said Tad.
Tad walked over to the couch and flopped onto the seat next to Kyle. He leaned over and planted a kiss on Kyle’s cheek, making pleasure surge through Kyle’s body. "Hey babe, what say you rustle us up some grub?" said Tad, putting a hand on Kyle’s inner thigh.
The blush that bloomed across Kyle’s cheeks made them feel like they were on fire. Newly energized by the touch, he leapt to his feet. "I-I’ll do that!" he said, clearing his throat as the words came out slightly higher than he wanted. "And then after dinner?"
Tad laughed and leaned back onto the couch, folding his arms behind his head. It really showed off the way that Tad had changed, his biceps bulging as he looked at Kyle, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Is that all you ever think about?"
Sex wasn’t all that Kyle thought about, but ever since Tad had started changing right in front of his eyes, it was like he couldn’t get his mind off it. Even while he was grilling their dinner, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like with the newly masculine Tad under him in bed. A small part of him even started fantasizing about what it would feel like to be under Tad.
Unfortunately for Kyle, driving the couple of hours it took to get to the cabin, doing chores around the place, and finally making dinner, proved to be more than he could handle. He was sure he had more stamina than this, but it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about the way he was feeling. After dinner, he was so exhausted that he summarily passed out.
Kyle was feeling better the next day, but Tad wanted to get an early start on their hike. Kyle couldn’t really blame Tad. He was actually looking forward to getting to the falls, too. This time, though, he was going to make sure that he got that reward when they stopped for a moment at the falls.
The hike was long and difficult. More difficult than Kyle remembered. But Tad seemed to be abuzz with energy. Tad had grown more over the night that they spent in bed together. Tad was lean and cut now, his body taut and strong. What used to be a painful hike for him seemed to be all too easy now, while Kyle suffered, lagging behind.
But it was worth it. At the end, they heard the rushing thunder of the waterfall and ran for it. All the aches and pains seemed to melt away as they sprinted onto the gravel bank of the river at the base. Tad dropped his backpack to the ground. Kyle followed suit. And they crashed together in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses.
There was a convenient boulder nearby, one that they’d used a number of times before for wholesome and more sensual activities. This time, though, Tad was slightly bent over it, his hands braced against the smooth stone while Kyle crouched behind him, tonguing his hole.
Tad moaned, pushing his hips back as Kyle’s skillful tongue worked his entrance open. Both were hot, horny, and more than ready to get it on. Kyle was impatient, but he loved the hot, musky, sweaty scent of Tad’s hole. Post-hike sex was fucking fantastic.
It wasn’t long before Kyle was railing Tad against the boulder, fucking him with abandon. It wasn’t something that he’d done before. Tad’s old slender body had always demanded some level of gentleness. Not anymore. Tad could take him. In fact, Tad was very vocal about wanting more, about wanting it rougher.
Kyle was all too happy to indulge him. For the next little while the two of them fucked, rutting like they were in heat, until at last Kyle shot a load deep into Tad’s ass. It felt good. So good. And throughout it all, the feeling of his bare skin against Tad’s bare skin was electric.
When Kyle stepped away, his eyes widened in shock at the transformation that Tad had undergone while they were having sex. Tad was a stud, now. His broad shoulders tapered to a muscled waist just above a pair of round, muscular buttocks. His arms and legs bulged like tree-trunks, and when he turned around his boyishly handsome face had taken on the seductive hotness of a man.
Kyle’s cock twitched weakly at the sight. Tad looked like an Alpha, his body brimming with raw power. And the look on his face told Kyle that Tad definitely knew it. The silver bangle that Tad had put on this morning was gone, replaced by a leather wristband with silver inlay set with amethysts. No doubt, it was the reason for his transformation. The Purple Fairy’s gift.
Kyle, however, felt as if something was wrong. Tad looked a fair bit too tall. In fact, everything around him seemed bigger than he remembered. Looking down between his legs, he was significantly smaller than he should have been.
Kyle rushed over to the lake at the base of the waterfall. He caught a glimpse of himself in the pristine water. He looked younger. Shorter. Slimmer. Gone was his muscular body, his thick, strapping frame. He looked more like Tad had, getting out of the car. A slim, lean jock.
The electric sensation suddenly made sense. It wasn’t just pleasure. It was the feeling of his masculinity being siphoned off into Tad. It was a terrifying thought, one that brought tears to his eyes for all that he had lost. And yet a small part of him found it indescribably hot. Made him want to keep touching Tad to see how far it would go.
Not that Kyle had much of a choice as Tad came up behind him and wrapped arms around his waist. Kyle moaned, his now-little cock rising to full mast as he felt Tad’s new, huge endowment rubbing up against his ass crack. "I let you have your fun, baby… Now it’s time for you to take care of me," said Tad.
Unable to shake free of the haze of pleasure that descended over his mind the moment Tad touched him, Kyle surrendered to his new Alpha. It was easier than he thought it would be to let go of his old self. He had gotten exactly what he wished for, after all.
Kyle ended up having to be carried halfway down from the waterfall when they started heading back to the cabin. Not that he minded. Tad was plenty strong enough for the both of them now. And it felt so good to be the one that was being pampered.
The only problem was that Kyle couldn’t stop thinking about sex. After Tad fucked him, his mind was singularly focused on Tad’s cock. On Tad’s cum. On making Tad feel good. He could scarcely think of anything else. Any other thoughts were slow. They felt too simple, too basic. It was so hard to think that eventually he just decided to stop.
Tad didn’t mind doing the thinking for him, either. Over the course of the week, Tad got even bigger and stronger, draining the last dregs of manliness from Kyle as they spent more and more time together. By the end of it, Kyle was thoroughly addicted to bouncing his new bubble butt and slim body on Tad’s huge fuckpole.
By the time that they got back to their home in the city, Kyle had turned out smaller and more effeminate than Tad had ever been. Not that he seemed to mind as long as Tad kept him well-fed and well-fucked.