Next up: stuff and then potions

"So, what do you think? Good deal --great actually-- you even get a residence overlooking the inner court, it's usually for visits but it's big enough..."

You are (Sir) Saif Roldan and what is this.

'Does she even stop to breath?' After the queen decided to drop that free breeding allowance on everyone (which you are still trying to process) you were 'escorted' by the same schollar that happened upon you, a Marleene something.

Apparently she was an advisor to the queen, and one with enough pull to make her agree to this. You are pretty sure she was the one behind this whole... thing. Just by having her talk your ear off about possible orgies convinced you she was the kind of weird to come up with it. 'I heard 'chemist' schollars tend to go insane for some reason' The other option was that gold somehow caused madness, which was pretty reasonable all things considered.

Oh, you understood, from a certain angle. You were big and strong, meaning your children too, would be big and strong. Children grow into big and strong adults, adults that could take on a sword and swear themselves to a Lord or Lady. Many children, many sworn swords, and this kingdom could afford to arm their own instead of hiring out opportunists.

Except this was too harebrained from what you heard of the queen, which leaves 'Marleene'...

"Here we are! Come in" Oh, you tuned her out, never mind, just go with the flow. You have to duck in order to enter after the robe-clad... 'Is she a fox or a dog?' You cant see her tail 'But she does have a nice backside'.

Inside you find a fully utilitarian room, a cross of study, library, and spice pantry. Weird flasks with strange liquds rest in tables and shelves up to the roof in one wall, the other chokefull with books, tomes and even some scrolls. This is not your room...

"Juuuust sit down there, I'll be with you right away!" Marleene points to a suspiciously size-adecuate chair (even with armrests) suspicously standing alone in a bare plot of suspiciously free space in the room. Before you can point out any of your suspicions you realize your guide is nowhere to be found, and somehow dissapeared in the space of your turning to look at the chair (which was still suspicious).

You ponder the chair for a few seconds before catching a draft of the door to the hallway oppening. You turned to find a mousy-looking cat rolling a trolley loaded with meats, a kettle and cups. "Oh!" the cart rattles as the feline stops dry whan relizing you are in the room. You tend to have that effect "Sorry, You must be Sir... Saif?".

You make aslight bow "That I am, little lady, and you would be..?"

"Amalia, assistant and handmaid to Lady Marleene"

"Charmed" Perhaps too curt, "Would you happen to know--"

"I'm back!"

"...Where did she came from?" You ask.

Amalia just gives you an apologetic look.

Marleene just walks hurriedly with several pieces of parchemnt hug to her generous bossom, before dropping most of them on the nearest table. "I see you met each other, good! Have a seat, Saif, chop-chop. The sooner we are done here the sooner you can go about sowing near and wide".

You look at the chair, (that is still looking mighty suspicoius,) and Amalia that just shruggs in resignation. "Not that this isnt skeevy as all hells or anything, but what exactly are we doing here?".

"The kingdom or this room?" The white-furred... whatever takes a cup and fills it with tea.

"Both?" You are losing mental ground fast.

"Ah, well that's a bit of a long story, here, sit down, sit down" You find yourself hurried and pushed down on 'the chair'by a woman about less than half your weight and made to pinch a piece of porcelain that could fit in your palm. And made to lift the pinky, for some reason. "Good!"

The madwoman goes mack and serves her dame and herself a cup as well and takes a sip "Ahh~ Well, you seem like a smart lad, so I think it's pretty obvious a large ammount of large soldiers will do wonders for a nation" You nod, that much was clear.

"What makes no sense is how is she supposed to enforce that decree" Marleene gestures upwards with her hand, so you finally take a sip of the cup which empties the little container. It is quickly refilled "I know nobles, at least the ones that dealth with sellswords, if they are half as stingy with coin as with their women that little show will have dead by tomorrow. Even peasants can only put up with so much before I get found in some alley".

You were expecting some kind of answer after that long-winded explanation, but ony got more encouragement to down more tea.

'...Well, if she's still drinking it' You take a more measure sip before she deigns to actually answer.

"True, true... it would be a shame if that were to happen~" You know she is about to say something weird or dumb "However, I am not court mage for nothing!" There we go.

"...Right" You turn to look Ama for some guidance and find the girl a bit unsteady. That's odd.

"If you really care" Marleene continues "it was a bit of a... collective glamour-geass of sorts. Everyone will take this decree as an average one from the queen" her had waves around as she explains "Since the most recent ones have been pretty well recived, most of the peasantry will be happy, and only select few among the bigwigs" The whatnow "will have more than some annoyance, there is more to it but the important thing is that is just another law like 'kEeP _yOuR _pAnTs in PuBliC'" She uses a mocking tone that probably has a story behind "IF anything, peasants would love to have one big strong lad to help around".

She was being really casual about mass-beffudling for breeding purposes. "Let's say I go along with all of this..."

"--And gain free room and board on the level of a noble, a generous stipend, a safe job, and as much sex as you could ever want"

"...Fine" There is no arguing with this woman, is there?

"Wonderful!" She claps her hands in joy "Now let's see what we are dealing with" With that, you look down to see the chair warp around you, locking your shins on its legs, arms on the rests and shoulders on the back.

"What the HELL!?" Try are you can, the thing wont budge, like it was made of steel. Even though you could bend steel.

"I just told you! I need to..." Suddenly your pants are gone. And your undergarments.

'WAT'

"...See what I have to work with" Her voice lowers seductively as her hand roams down your chest and to your nethers To cup your sheath.

You grind out a comeback "You could have just asked".

"Well, yeah..." she admits as he hand lowers to your fuzzy orbs, those she can't cup, but doesnt keep her from gently groping them, and testing their weight, she breathes in you ear (where did that stool came from!?) "...But how often you think I get a big boy like you to act this out".

She pulls back and you her sunnily smile, and then lick her chops like she's savoring roast.

'This lady is kinda scary' you think. "I always knew nobles were degenrates".

She points up with a finger and proudly proclaims "Guilty as charged!" without an ounce of shame.

'...Fine, I guess she's only a danger common decency. Poor Amy--' You were worried about the little lady but found her rubbing her legs and and palming her own smaller breasts while looking at the show her master was giving, though her drunk expression put the crazy wizard back in the danger zone.

"We are gonna need her for a test latter and I'd rather have her ready. And speaking of..." You see her uncork some kind of bottle with a thumb and pour a rope of some kind of oil, it was crystal clear and had an odd but pleasant smell. "I hope you are" her hand slid smoothly up and down your manhood, incapable of wrapping around it "beacuse if this grows any more we might have to get creaaative~".

Her working hand slid down to the base and slithered down to smear the strange oil in your nuts, while doing that, she was making a comparison of her arm and your prick. It was close but there was a clear winner. "Oh, no it's perfectly safe" You've tested it, a lot.

"Truly? I should put the anecdotes on paper, for research's sake!" At this point you werent gonna ask how did she lost her top before your very eyes. The enormous mounds were pressed against your arm but the chair laught at youer attemps to break off and truly enjoy them.

Marleene kept trying to work you off with one hand, caressing, pumping, milking, pulling... "My, this is a bit tiring" size was only part of your blessings, unless you carried ludicrous weight you seldom ever tired. It made training a spectacle, you've been told.

"Ahhh, if only I had something more..." Damn, what would be a good word? "...stimulating".

The white witch pouted besides you "Mou, you are awfully cheeky for a man tied to a chair".

"You are awfully cavalier for a woman trying to wring my seed, m'lady"

"Oh, pooh. Fair enough" Marleene staunterd around you, somehow now fully naked. Her figure was truly the stuff of legends, if you would be the peak of masculinity, then she would be the same for women; her long legs, flared hips generous breasts and adorably angelic face would make most females rabid with envy. 'I now believe magic is real'

Even while sitting, you might still be taller than her. The buxom wizard had plenty space between your knees to stand and work on your raging cock.

You hear an appreciative whistle as she points your pole towards herself "Would you look at the size of this..." the trobbing organ was reaching just above her bellybutton, smearing her fuzz with pre. "I would probably feel this all the way to my lungs". Using both hands to wrap around the thickness she resumes milking, the oil she used also starts to feel rather warm. "Hmmhm~ such a handfull" You felt her lifting your sack "nice and heavy too~ ".

With a sigh you relaxed into the chair, rarely you eve got such a treatment, at least without paying out your nose. Suddenly her hands left your shaft to the cold mercy of the air.

Before you could try to be witty, the white-furred mage had turned around and presented her plump rear to you, messily fluffed tail up and aside. It would be a lie to say you were not salivating at the chance.

Sensually, she backed against you catching the head of your prick in the gap between her thigs. You felt the wetness of her lips as they parted, she rolled her hips smearing her own kind of oils and deriving her own pleasure.

Then, in one swift move, she slid down untill that gorgeous meat landed on your lap.

You groaned at being suddenly envolped in her tight, warm, hands? You look over he soulders. "Really?" this woman...

You could see the angry red of your dick jutting from between her thighs, still with enough lenght to brag about "What? We still have work to do after getting the sample." She snuggles back and looks up at you with a pout "...And I was getting tired".

The odd canine two-hands your breeding tool and continues her 'work', trying to wring out the tip while rubbing your shaft in downy fur.

Even your endurance has a limit, especially if the only arternative visual to the walking wet dream trying to milk you is the young feline molesting herself while defiling the corner of a table.

It occurs to you that it might not have been a normal tea.

"There we go~ I was starting to feel like choped liver!" Truly, this woman...

You hips buck as you try to hold back, but the crazy mage just redoubles her efforts, both manual and pelvic as she girates in your lap.

You groan, only partly at her byplay and feel a weight leave your balls.

Marleene somehow had a crystal glass with an odd lid at the ready. While one of her hands tried to keep stimulating your throbbing shaft the other held the container.

Dense ropes shot towards an oppening that curved down to the vessed proper, encouraged by the lackadiscal albino. "There there..."

All said and done, you could have probably filled a teacup or two.

"Veeery good~" she tests the weight in the glass cup, like one would the heft of a coin purse "This is quite the load, Sir" It's been a while you admit, but there is enough to generously fill one of those teacups, impressive if your size was not factored in. "This will be more than enough for a control sample".

You were instantly on guard, or as much as you could be in this damnable chair "CONTROLLING WHAT".

"Geez, calm down" She grumbles something about middle aged something before resuming "I need to know what is normal for you, so this sample" she sloshes the glass "will help keep control of the experiment. You know..." you really dont "have a normal thing to compare to".

"Compare to what?"

She shighs apparently exhasperated "Remember the bit where you were _kinda _magical?" Maybe? You zoned out most of what she said "So, in case you zoned out, your kind are borderline magical creatures which means you have some... _interesting _properties" She puts the 'sample' on a table. "One of which is, you are very compatible with potions and benign alterations, and I'd like to figure out how and why"

"And that means experiments"

"Oh pooh, if it was so bad we wouldn't have gone through all the song and dance" There really is no winning here, is there?

"Yep! So now we have a controlled sample we can get to experimenting~!" She plops down an arm on a random table where several dozen bottles in different colors and shapes are lined up. You can't make out the names but this is past weird and into dangerous. "How would you like to be more attractive? Or make this little donation look like chump-change? Maybe just not having to wait for more rounds? Most everything helps but if you want to stick to the fun ones be my guest"

And now, you have to pick. Which potion would you pick, if any at all?

A/N: Images from Suurin2 if anyone is curious