It’s really rather a shame when family, the very people who should be supporting you and helping you become the most genuine you that you can be, are the ones putting you down and making that nearly impossible. It’s a damn travesty—one that the Pink Fairy is more than willing to help correct.

It must have been quite a culture shock to Ben, moving back home from college. Universities, after all, tend to be quite liberal. Most people there wouldn’t give a damn about where you stick it or where you want it stuck. Those who do tend to get drowned out by the breakneck pace, anyway.

Still, it wasn’t like it was much of a surprise. Ben had been dreading the move back for weeks. He had grown up in a small town in the country. Things were pretty backwards in his hometown, almost like people thought it was still the twenties despite the ubiquity of iPhones and iPads.

The catcalling and the jeering out on the streets was something that Ben had lived with for much of his life. He’d learned how to tune it out. The abuse back home, however, was different. His father and brother didn’t do anything physical to him, but they certainly didn’t pull their punches when trying to make him feel like a worthless sack of shit.

It was almost like being intelligent was an insult back home. It was as if being a dumb, uneducated hick stuck in a dead-end manual labour job, without any prospects for promotion or productive employment, was a badge of honor.

Ben hadn’t been back for more than a few days and he was already sick of it. He either had to find a job and get out of there fast or he was going to end up murdering someone. At least, that was what he thought until he happened upon certain stories on the web that seemed a bit too good to be true.

Even if his skepticism strained to accept what he was reading, Ben decided that he didn’t really have anything to lose by asking. So he did. Nothing happened, as expected.

By most measures, it was a pleasant Sunday morning. The sun was shining through the blinds, and there were birds singing just outside of Ben’s window. Ben however, was sat bolt-upright on his bed, beads of cold sweat trickling down his back as he tried to remember a dream that he just had.

Ben could recall a grey and lifeless city, ice-cold driving rain pouring on the streets that crossed in front of him, streets that shouldn’t exist. There was a pink light, a sex shop. But that was all he could remember. The rest of the dream drifted tantalizingly out of his grip, fading with every moment that he spent awake.

Sundays were especially bad for him because his father and brother would go to church. And they would ask him and he would say he didn’t want to go because he didn’t believe in God, and they would pester him about it, constantly quoting evangelical talking points as if they were some profound philosophical insight despite being easy to debunk given five minutes with an actual Bible.

"Rise and shine, son," Ben’s father declared, as he walked into the room with a broad grin.

Ben’s brother was right on their father’s heels. "You’re coming with us to church today, then dad’s gonna pack your fag ass off to a camp to be fixed!"

Ben’s heart dropped into his stomach. Legally they couldn’t force him to go. But legally, muggers couldn’t take his stuff, either. His dad and brother had more than enough strength between them to pack three of him into a car without breaking a sweat. "No," he said, under his breath. "Never."

"What was that you said, son?" said Ben’s father. His face grew dark and stormy.

Ben took a deep breath. He stood up. As he did, he felt a wave of dizziness overcome him. He braced himself against the wall and flinched when he felt his hand go right through the drywall. "Fuck," he muttered, under his breath. He pulled his arm out with surprising ease.

Ben looked down at himself. Somehow, in the last five seconds, he had grown enormous. His body bulged with muscles. He looked like he’d been body-building for years. He looked at his dad and brother and they seemed every bit as shocked as he was.

The world shifted around them. It was like a whirlwind of colors and sounds. Ben’s brother got swept up in it all, being tossed around the room, screaming. "What in the devil’s name…" started Ben’s father, only to be cut off by Ben’s brother colliding into him.

The two fell to the floor as their clothes disintegrated. "Pa, Pa I’m stuck!" Ben’s brother cried out. His ass had already fused to Ben’s father’s crotch. His legs were misshapen and soft, retreating into his body, turning into two wrinkly bags of skin. As Ben’s brother flailed, his torso became increasingly cylindrical, his arms eventually fusing to his sides as his head tilted upward and his features melted smooth.

A final few pathetic sounds gurgled out of Ben’s brother’s piss-slit mouth, before they were replaced by glistening beads of pre-cum. Slowly, the enormous man-sized cock began to shrink into something enormous but more proportional on a human.

All the mass that was disappearing from the cock that had once been Ben’s brother seemed to flood into his father’s body. As the world spun, Ben’s father grew fat with muscle. His eyes, wide in alarm, glazed over as he let out a dumb chuckle and groped one of his muscle tits and his huge cock.

The world finally settled around them, and whatever magic had changed Ben’s life had deposited him in a small apartment in Seattle, with a view overlooking the city skyline. He was glad for the change. His father and brother had finally gotten what was coming for them. And that was his last coherent thought as the Pink Fairy took his price.

After all, it wasn’t very likely for a big dumb bodybuilder to have a boyfriend who wasn’t also a big dumb bodybuilder. The Twink in Pink, who’d been watching from nearby, let out a vapid little giggle and disappeared in a shower of glitter as Ben clambered onto his boyfriend and impaled his thick muscular ass on the enormous cock that had once been his bully of a brother.