Grokx, the Gnoll

You were expelled from your tribe at a very young age. A dwarf by Gnoll standards, you stood at 1.5 m at sixteen years of age and was already walking on thin ice, but contracting the leader was the last straw. When you suggested charging head-first into enemy spears was a bad idea, you were declared stupid as well and promptly exiled

You wandered for weeks without aim, eating what little food you could find and growing weaker by the day. You certainly would've died if not for Victoria

Less than a year poder than you, the princess was on a hunting trip with her entourage and found you, weak and starved, hidden behind a rock. Despite Gnolls being (rightfully) considered immoral savages, she took pity on you and took you under her care

Provided with abundant meals and plenty of exercise, you prove your diminutive size was the result of improper care, as over the course of the next two years you grow to over 2.4 m tall (about 7'10") and lift over 500 Kg with relative ease. This, added to your battle prowess granted you a position of respect within the court, thou you think tales of your bravery are a bit exaggerated. You can smash through heavy armor and your thick skin is very hard to pierce, so it's not like you are in any serious danger

Recently thou, you started running into a problem. A few months after coming of age, your penis started getting big, stiff, and sensitive at several random points throughout the day and you don't know what to do. Worse, it's so large it sneaks out of your loincloth, risking that you might be exposed. Tonight is especially bad, so you sneak into Victoria's chamber in order to ask her for help. She'll probably know what to do