June awoke the next morning feeling something strange—an unfamiliar pressure between her legs. Groggily, she shifted her robes to find her newly acquired penis fully erect, now an imposing twenty inches long, the thick shaft tenting her already strained clothing. She groaned, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and confusion. She had never experienced an erection before. It felt cumbersome and awkward as she tried to shift it into a more comfortable position. taking her robes off she sat up with her erction poking out below her swollen udder.
“This is going to take some getting used to,” she muttered under her breath, "its so big when its hard like this." June felt a bit faint, all that blood in her penis left her head feeling light.
After a moment of struggling with her new morning routine, June focused on what she had control over: milking herself. She had become almost used to this daily ritual, the warmth and slight relief that came with draining her breasts. As she worked, her breasts grew lighter, the flow of rich, mana-infused milk filling the jug she always carried with her. Despite everything, it was still oddly satisfying.
Once that was done, she turned to breakfast, consuming what little food she had left after her indulgent feast days earlier. Her belly grumbled in mild protest, but she would need to ration what remained until she could forage for more.
With her body drained and fed, and her erection subsided. June was ready to tackle the jungle once more. This time, however, her new strength was exhilarating. As she jogged through the forest, her movements were fluid, powerful, and tireless. The ground seemed to rush past her as she covered more distance than ever before, feeling an almost primal sense of freedom. With each enhanced leap spell she cast, she soared twenty feet into the air, her body bouncing and jiggling as she landed with a lightness only the feather fall spell could provide.
It was hard to miss the grin that spread across her face as she leaped again, a wildness in her heart that was fed by the feeling of her strength combined with the thrill of movement. For the first time in a while, she felt truly capable. Even the bouncing of her cumbersome new anatomy didn’t slow her down—she was learning to adjust.
After some time, June came across what she had been searching for: a tower. Its dark silhouette jutted out from the overgrown ruins like a broken tooth, worn down by centuries of neglect. She figured climbing to the top would give her the vantage point she needed to map out more of the area.
The climb began easily enough. She scaled the tower’s rough, cracked stone, using her new strength to her advantage. But as she climbed higher, something changed. Thin strands of silk-like webbing began to brush against her arms and legs, sticking to her skin. The higher she went, the thicker the webs became, until they formed a dense, silvery curtain, blocking her path entirely.
June stopped for a moment to assess the situation. She tugged at the webs, testing their strength. To her surprise, they were incredibly tough, far stronger than any normal spider’s silk.
Her mind raced with possibilities. If she could collect enough of this webbing, she might be able to craft new clothes—clothes strong enough to accommodate her growing body. Carefully, she began gathering the strands, winding them around her arm in long, coiled loops.
As she worked, she moved cautiously through the dense webbing, and soon enough, she found the source of the silk. A large spider—far larger than any she’d ever seen—skittered down from the shadows above. June’s hand flew to the hilt of her staff, but the creature didn’t attack. Instead, it watched her with what seemed like mild curiosity.
June, thinking quickly, cast a containment spell, summoning a shimmering cage of light around the spider. The creature hissed but didn’t resist. Now that she had it captured, she spent the next few hours carefully harvesting the strong, shimmering webs, all while keeping a close eye on her captive.
As she filled her pack with the silk, June felt a surge of satisfaction. With her duplication ring, she’d be able to produce enough webbing to weave herself a new set of clothes—clothes that wouldn’t tear or strain against her growing body.
By the time the sun began to set, June had filled her pack with enough spider silk to last her for weeks. Exhausted but satisfied with her progress, she released the spider back into its web. It scurried away without a second glance, disappearing into the shadows of the tower.
With her task complete, June climbed back down from the tower and set up camp at its base. As she relaxed by the fire, she couldn’t help but marvel at how much she had accomplished in just a single day. Her body—large and unfamiliar though it was—felt strong and capable.
As she lay back, her penis pulsing beneath her robes, she let out a sigh. Her new appendage had certainly complicated things, but there were perks beyond the strength. Her body was more powerful than it had ever been. She felt more in control of her abilities, and despite everything, she was starting to embrace the changes.
Tomorrow, she would continue her search for the lost library, but tonight, she would rest, confident that she was becoming something more than she had ever expected—a mage whose body and powers were only beginning to unlock their full potential.