I don't want to be a fairy!
But you wanted to have sex with a fairy. How else can we do it.
I don't want it.
Done.
As you grow back to normal size the fairy disappears forever but you grow back into a woman not a man. Quit buxom. Larger than any woman you had ever known. And not at all saggy. Your breasts look like beach balls firmly attached to your chest. Your hips round out to balance off the massive chest. Your hips are equally as massive as your boobs. But your waist was tiny in comparison. When they said hourglass figure this was the extreme version.
I wanted to be my old self you scream out in terror.
Nothing responded for the fairies left having given back the greatest gift they had to bestow upon you. Your ingratitude hurt them to the core and this was going to be your punishment.
The sexiest body a woman could ever have. A need to procreate with any man that showed interest in you. And an extremely long life with minimal aging allowing you to look the same in a thousand years as you do this night.
You couldn't call it rape. You wanted the men that bred with you but it wasn't all your own idea because if you had a choice these wouldn't be the men you would have desired. There was everything from barely legal, to old, thin to extremely obese, and they need not be single as many weren't but you would desire them as they desired you.
Year after year you would pop out a child or two, going back to your beauty once the child was freed ready to breed with the next man.
The first man you bred with was a fat stinky garbage man. He happened upon you as you made your final change and you couldn't help yourself. His child was as rotund as his father and ever bit as dim witted as him. You would be drawn to their fathers as soon as the child would reach 5 and you would return him to his father at that time. Not one would you watch grow into manhood. But that didn't matter each one was carried in your soul and their bodies were almost mirror copies of their fathers.
Don't piss of a fairy