A discussion of enhancements and requests.

Though as he looked down at his twitching, rock-hard, six-inch dick and back up at Scarlet's huge red shortstack titties, Pascal couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle, too. "Yeah, my average-sized dick charming all these hyper-breasted ladies, not absurd at all."

"Angling for an upgrade, are we?" Scarlet purred, still toying with him using her preternaturally soft, supple feet. "Almost as if cock growth is one of your fetishes, too!"

Pascal gulped and smiled sheepishly. Totally caught.

The imp mayor grinned. "Well, let's see what we can do about that...!"

His crotch began to glow with red, demonic energy. A feeling of wrongness permeated the air, giving Pascal not a small amount of trepidation along with his cautious excitement. Unholy power rushed into his loins, inflaming his already heightened lusts. Pascal felt his erection strain and stretch and pulse beyond its limits, lengthening, thickening... And her feet still stroking him assured his senses that this was no illusion, this was really happening.

As soon as it had started, it was over, but that didn't stop Pascal from moaning and cumming right there, semen flying out of his cock and staining Scarlet's feet, legs, and tits. She cooed with delight and inhaled deeply, like she was drinking his pleasure out of the very air.

When he could focus his eyes again, Pascal looked down at his newly enhanced cock for the first time, noticing... that it wasn't that much bigger. Maybe an inch longer? A quarter-inch thicker? Seven inches made him look more impressive and imposing, but somehow he'd been expecting... more.

"Ah ah ah!" Scarlet playfully chided him, wagging a finger. "I'm not gonna let you get the three-foot hyper cock of your dreams all at once. Believe me, nothing kills a fantasy faster than all your goals being achieved in a matter of minutes. Pacing, hun, pacing!"

Pascal sighed as his cock softened in the afterglow. She was right and he had no counter-argument.

"The good news is, there's a lot more where that came from!" she announced with a flap into the air again. Pascal noticed immediately that her cum-stained legs and tits were... clean all of a sudden. There wasn't even any residue on the tip of his cock. "Heh heh! Oh yeah, and I know you're a neat freak, so everything's self-cleaning the moment you stop focusing on it. But back to the cock growth!" She flitted around the scale model of Nestledeep, her feet hopping from tiny building to tiny building. "All around this world are opportunities for you to grow even bigger! From the technological methods of the sci-fi ladies to the magical blessings of this fantasy world. Naturally, their tech and spells are geared more towards the feminine persuasion and males are a bit of a new thing for them, but each method you try out will make you grow a little bit more! Think of it as... a reward for exploration! You've got potential years to have fun in this world, so I say you'll have more fun if you savor it!"

Despite the initial denial, Pascal couldn't help but grin at that prospect. He folded his arms and watched her body jiggle as she hovered around the map. "Exploring, leveling up... Just how I like it. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at this point." He looked down at himself again and frowned a little bit at the fact that his heavy body got in the way of looking at his newly grown cock. Glancing back up at Scarlet, he added, "While we're on the subject, could we maybe talk about, ah, 'character customization'?"

Scarlet stopped and stared at him seriously, her playful impish demeanor missing for a moment. Then she sighed and walked back to the edge of the table, standing over him as she perched on a couple of tiny farmhouses on the eastern plains. "Changing your body comes with risks I don't like," she replied gravely. "Not just for pacing reasons. I can't change your body in the real world, so living for years in your fantasy body and waking up in a body you don't like anymore... Well, it kind of goes against the fun vibes I'm trying to cultivate here. If you're worried these girls are gonna find you ugly, don't." She kicked a leg out and rested a foot on top of Pascal's gut. "In fact, I think they'd be more than happy to help you accept this dad-bod of yours!"

Pascal sighed and nodded, but his lips were pursed in thought. "Well... what I had in mind wasn't really the usual sort of male bodybuilder type thing anyway. Would you mind hearing me out?"

"Hey, this is a collaboration. I'm here to help. I'm just laying out potential risks. By all means, say your piece."

After a moment to collect his thoughts, Pascal said, "I... Well... You know already that I've got mental health issues. Stemming from... childhood and teenage trauma. I've been so stressed that I haven't really been... I haven't focused on my health much. So yeah, I'm not happy with my body in general. But more than that..." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. This wasn't something he'd ever said to anyone. "I never... The way things went, I felt like I had to instantly grow up and be the man of the house back when I was a teenager. Taking on way too much responsibility and just kind of... getting stuck there. Like, I can hardly believe I turned 30 this year - I still feel like a horny teen who's way in over their head."

"I think you'll find that a lot of adults feel that way," Scarlet remarked playfully.

"Of course, yeah, of course. Just..." Pascal sighed again, so stressed that he was having trouble keeping his breathing steady. "I'd be okay staying in this body and getting some, y'know, encouragement and acceptance. But, um... I was wondering if... maybe I could be young again? My mental self-image is already back in my teens, a whole arrested development thing. So maybe if I could be 18 again and... have a second chance to 'grow up,' on my own terms, maybe that would help me... reclaim some of this..." He trailed off, coherent words and logic giving way to pure, raw emotion.

The Scarlet Consort pouted and put a hand to her chin, tapping her lips with a pointed nail as she scrutinized him. Pascal swallowed a lump in his throat and broke into a sweat as he waited for her judgment.

Then, she smiled. Brightly and kindly.