Sutcere Sugralne

You put your finger down on a spell that seems to call out to you. You take a deep breath and try to center yourself. Focusing only on the sacrilegious prayer before you. You finally begin your chant. "Dlo sdog raeh ym aelp, a reggib kcid evig ot em!"

The words glow with the unholy green light and you drop the book to the floor. You immediately double over in agony as your groin feels like it is being stabbed and burned and ripped apart. You fall to the ground writhing. You grunt through gritted teeth, "But...the...uniform."

Wendell looks almost worried as he explains, "The protection is only from spells cast from others, you can't protect yourself from yourself!" You really wish he had told you that before, but for the moment all you can do is ride out the waves of pain and pressure. You are almost too scared to look at what is happening down there, but you have to face it eventually. You unzip your pants to see what unholy abomination you have made of your crotch.

"Unholy Hell...it's so..." Wendell is finally speechless, right when you want him to speak. He finally manages to whisper, "huge!" You look down and your 'almost' average cock has swollen and stretched to over a foot long and girthy as a beer can. You can't believe you picked the very best spell on your first try. Whether dumb luck or inherent talent, you can't say. More importantly, Wendell can't tell. That or he is too busy staring at your cock to question how you got so lucky. Or maybe he thinks he is the lucky one?

You get a fiendish idea. His cockiness and smugness seems like a flimsy smoke screen to hide his insecurity and weak will. If you press your luck, who knows what you could get him to do? And by the time he discovers you were bluffing, you can learn the spells in earnest and keep him under your thumb. But do you dare risk blindly challenging a warlock? Even a wimpy one?