...Virility sounds fitting

Now free from the accursed chair you perused the array of weird bottles "So this will make me..."

"More virile! You might not need it but it comes with a few more tweaks, like higher chances of multiple births, more energy, and so and so-- Ladies love it."

Well, if you were expected spread your seed around all the time...

For a long moment after chugging the flask nothing happens, despite Marleene's expectant face, you assume something has to.

"...Anything?" You see her tapping a bundle of paper with a wooden stick, you dont have time to wonder before you feel a strange heat blossom within you.

"Yes, I think--GGHAAAAgghhhah...ahh...!!" You groan/wheeze in anguish as you felt the migthiest phantom pain of a nutcheck ever in your life. You look up from your kneeling position and ask/wheeze "The fu-u-u-uck!?"

Marleene, the madwoman is staring very interested and scribbling down things you dont care about "Uh-hum, uh-huh, what else?"

"Khhiil yah" This woman could never understand the PAIN...

"Saif, I'm a wizard, I've had balls and the have been kicked" You were not in position to care about that "Hell, I had four of 'em at the time!" And you will just try to forget that. "Besides, you are just feeling blueballed, that's normal"

'What-balled?' The pain subsided into a dull throb, bearable but fuck if it wasnt a pain. You try to stand up but flinch and are **** to raise bowlegged as you feel your nuts have become tender and swollen.

You notice the witch is assesing your balls with a clinical eye and is about to poke one for them with her swriting stick "Dont you dare..."

She looks at you.

You glare at her.

Se keeps looking at you.

You glare harder.

"...Fine" she returns to a more normal stance. "Still, impressive, most only swell enough to be visible; without measuring or weigthing..."

"--Stay away from m' nuts"

"I'd say they are about twice as big. Oranges? Grapefruits? Bigger, hm, definitely. Bigger than the apples you had for sure."

Whoope... "And how long does this last?" you gesture to the enormous sack the bottle just gave you, being carful to not make them sway enough to touch your legs.

"The swelling? obviously, just unload. The size? idunno, until I make something to shrink them? I told ya these going to react differently with you"

"How am I supposed to walk around with these!?" You point to your oversized nuts.

The mad witch has the gall to throw you a deadpan "Yeah, you who were a perfectly normal and average giant wolf now have been cursed to have somewhat gianter nuts. How will you be accepted by others now. You poor soul." She begins to rub two fingers and you hear some kind of sad melody coming from them.

You glare and think rude things until she gets the message

"Sorry, I was just playing a sad tune for you in this world's smallest violin" Se opens her fingers to a near-invisible speck in her thumb, which she flicks away with her middle finger.

"Can you at least take resposiblity"

"Ha! Look who's learning--wait you wouldn'y know-- but still!" She starts as if she just heard a joke but quickly turns back to teasing "Why, sir you cannot wait to find a nubil--"

You slam your hand on the table, making all the bottles jump and land just as their were "My balls... are exploding". Despite just come and resheathed, your dick had been re-emerging, redder and harder than ever during the conversation, the new virility housed in your sack overflowing in a continuous stream down your shaft and feeling cool streaks in your overworking balls as it traveled to the bottom and to dripped into the carpet, creating a cloudy puddle.

"Hmm, yeah that looks serious" You were seriously considering bending over the dangerous magical pervert. She tries to grab your shaft again 'As a supposed breeding stud, I'm dissapointed so far' no sooner her palm grazes your shaft, your overgrown balls twitch and long squirt of precum splatters on her frome chest to muzzle.

You aren't really feeling much of a difference. But at least that was funny.

"...And this is why I have an intern. Oh Aaay~mee~"

The witch calls her handmaiden with a singsonging voice, who you only see drifting sideways in atop the service car before even turning your head, and nearly tipping over as it stopped before you.

Amalia --Amy, since your are all getting familiar already-- laid sprawled atop the cart, looking at you with dazed eyes ans steaming panting. The girl was the picture of a bad heat.

You feel like you should start to question the drink insistently served by the mad witch a while ago, on the other hand,

*Throb*

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