Hello, Pink Fairy?
I am craving size so much but muscles take time to build and I need to get huge now. I’ll do anything. I’ll give up my IQ and my sex life to feed my muscles. Drain my IQ and use it to make my muscles huge. Use the cum I’m not using anymore to speed my metabolism, making me shredded.
Oh please, Pink Fairy, I beg you!
The plan continues apace as the legislative assembly gears up to debate what is likely to be the most consequential piece of legislation in the Commonwealth in decades. Corey takes some time to hone his powers as Godspark, Castor and Pollux go on a date and have some risky fun, and a new threat rears its head.
Pete’s transformation continues and George pays him a visit to finish the job.
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Pete hurries home after his confrontation with George, his chest weighing heavy—both figuratively and literally—with the consequences of his actions.
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When out and proud bodybuilder George “invades” Pete’s happy place at the gym, he lashes out rather unkindly. Fortunately, George has the means to give him a much-needed attitude adjustment.
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Hey Pink Fairy,
Why are straight guys so weird?
I was getting dressed after a great workout, when this really jacked dude I’ve seen around the gym walked up to the locker next to mine. Since we were standing right next to each other it seemed appropriate to make some small talk. So I said that I’d seen him around and it looked like he was hitting the weights pretty hard and that I was really impressed with his physique.
It was intended it purely as a compliment, but he got all weirded out like I was hitting on him or something. He says something about “no thanks…I don’t swing that way.” or something and stalked off after slamming his locker.
It was so embarrassing. And frustrating! I mean, ok, I guess he could tell I was gay. But just because a gay dude compliments you it doesn’t mean they’re trying to get in your pants!
I wish he could learn to loosen up a bit. I mean, the guy has a body of a fitness model. Why not be happy when someone appreciates it?
Dean has had it with being treated like a lesser person by his big roommate Samson who seems to think that the world revolves around strong men. He decides to entreat his godfather to help him teach the big guy a lesson.
I know that this is a strange request, but I’ve been scared, recently. I’ve been able to live most of my life, thankfully, as my authentic gay self but lately, in my circle, a couple of people have just up and disappeared. The last thing anyone hears about from them is that they’ve gone straight.
I… I think there might be some… thing going around and doing this. On the one hand, I’m scared someone’s going to try and make me less than myself and that makes me want to be protected. On the other, I just wish I was stronger so I could fight this to help my friends and my people… Is there anything I can do?
ADVISORY: This story isn’t meant for a quick wank. If that’s what you need, then maybe it would be better if you read one of my other stories. This story touches on homophobia and uses language that might trigger more delicate sensibilities.
If, however, you’re up for a little bit of drama with erotic payoff at the end, then feel free to read this tale.
I’m sick of being so short! I wish I could be taller, a really tall hunk who’s nice and muscular with a nice beard, looking all masculine.
Could the Pink Fairy grant my wish? I’d love to suddenly have a growth spurt here at work, almost like a second puberty where I grow bigger and bigger at my desk.
I’ll end up outgrowing my nice work clothes, but that’s just fine. I’d love to feel my body burst out of clothes made for average-sized people. Then my coworkers can drool all over me.
Hey Pink Fairy! I guess I should start by explaining that I have a huge muscle fetish. there is nothing that gets me going more than seeing a hot muscle boy or bodybuilder. Frankly, the thicker the muscles on the guy, the better for me.
I’ve done a fair amount of muscle worship before I met my boyfriend, but now that we are monogamous I haven’t been able to pursue my fetish other than looking at images of muscular men online.
My boyfriend gets it, but doesn’t share my fetish to the same degree. That said, he’s put a fair amount of effort into building himself up for my benefit over the past couple of years. It’s just the kind of thing about him that makes me love him so much. Well, that and the fact that he’s able to take my thick 8″ cock like a champ.
Here’s the problem: my boyfriend is a really tall guy. And at 6’5″, he’s been able to get really fit, and he’s built enough muscle to look ripped when naked and even clothed (you should see him in his Lycra workout gear!). But it isn’t the kind of bulging, muscle-bound physique that I fantasize about.
It’s not his fault. It is really hard for guys his size to bulk up without resorting to extreme measures. He’s putting in the work, but is starting to get a little demotivated. Is there anything you can do to help my boyfriend become the kind of muscleman that I drool over?