"Umm... fucking what?!" asked Krystal.
"You heard me," said Circe. "Your penis came from a warrior of the amazon people. Her name was Menippe Bullslayer, and she was quite virile. Too bad she had such a nasty temper."
"No, no, no," Krystal protested. "There aren't any fucking amazons!"
"Oh, they aren't as extinct as they'd like you to believe," said Circe. "There's still about a dozen tribes scattered around the mountains and forests of eastern Europe. And don't try to tell me they aren't real. Remember that you're talking to the daughter of Helios. You know, the Greek sun god?"
"And I'm... one of these amazons now?" asked Krystal.
"Yes," answered Circe. "And quite a small one, actually. You look to be around six feet tall, perhaps an inch or two taller. Amazons are, on average, around eight feet tall; some hit nine. You'll need to have quite a few orgasms before you grow to your full size."
"It gets worse?" asked Meadow.
"I should let your girlfriend decide what counts as 'worse' if I were you, Meadow Larkin, but yes. She is most certainly not done growing into her amazon body. Perhaps you can help her with that, and the maintenance also."
"Maintenance?" asked Krystal.
"Of course," said Circe. "You need to have sex at least once a week, or you start to shrink down to your former size. All amazons I know find it thoroughly embarrassing. Of course, I wouldn't limit myself to Meadow if I had your chance. It doesn't seem to affect her, and you'll want to see what that cock of yours can do to others."
"Say what?" asked Krystal.
"Take men, for instance," Circe responded. "If you have sex with such a creature, you can shrink him into a weak, feeble thing, his (much reduced) penis being the sole remaining sign of his masculinity. As for women, most of them won't be affected at all, but there is an exception. If you have sex with a woman of amazonion blood (and there's more of them than you might think) you will awaken their blood and transform them into a true amazon."
"Amazonian blood?" asked Meadow.
"Of course," said Circe. "It happens many ways. Some are the descendants of the amazons' male children. Some of them are exiles from the tribe who wandered so long in the wilderness that their amazon nature atrophied to the point of losing their penises. Others are the descendants of such fallen amazons. And, of course, their are my ex-lovers who paid for my displeasure with their phalluses and their entire amazonhood with it."
"This is all super interesting," said Meadow, "but what can we actually do about this situation?"
"It all depends on what you want," shrugged the enchantress. "I do have rites to remove the penis and restore Krystal to normal. It's how I claimed Menippe's cock in the first place, after all. But maybe Krystal wants to be an amazon, ever think of that? If so, she may want to consider joining a tribe. I've heard a rumor that a tribe recently fled from Crimea to the Berkeley Hills in California. Something about escaping the wars of the greedy, prideful males who rule the region. I distinctly heard their chieftess mention a King Putin. Just be aware that you'll be expected to raid camping grounds from men to tame and women to recruit. Don't like it, then be a solitary amazon."
A thoughtful look came over Krystal's normally mischievous face. This was all an awful fucking lot to take in. But what should she do. Did she want to be a normal woman again... or was she a destined amazon?