Iris gazed at her latest client sullenly as he lay spread-eagle on the exam table, his flaccid member limp between his legs. She sighed, annoyed at the task before her. As a unicorn-woman and licensed phallus-wizard, transforming pathetic little cocks into magnificent, god-like spears was her bread and butter. But honestly, it grew more tedious and unfulfilling by the day.
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” she huffed, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. “How huge are we talking here, Mr. Johnson? ‘Girlfriend thinks you lack size’? ‘Wife won’t fuck you’? ‘Tired of being a joke in the locker room?’ Pick a cliché.”
The man shifted uncomfortably. “I just want to please my wife, ma’am. I want to make her scream in ecstasy, to make her forget other men even exist. I want…” He trailed off, flushing.
Iris rolled her eyes. “I get it. Standard issue sexual insecurity. Luckily for you, that’s what I’m here for.” She grasped his cock, barely two inches soft. “This little thing probably doesn’t even reach the back of her pussy, does it? Pathetic.”
She began stroking it slowly, feeling it stiffen in her grip. “Don’t worry, by the time I’m through, this shrimp-dick of yours will be an enormous, veiny, throbbing beast of a cock. So big and girthy she’ll be ruined for all other men. She won’t be able to walk straight for days after you fuck her into exhaustion.”
As she pumped his shaft, Iris hummed an ancient incantation. Arcane energy began to flow from her horn, pulsing and spiraling around his dick. The skin rippled and undulated as it rapidly expanded, growing thicker and longer by the second.
“Sweet merciful god,” Mr. Johnson gasped as his cock swelled to six inches, then eight, then a foot long and still growing. The girth more than tripled, until it was the circumference of a soda can. Pitch black veins snaked along the immense shaft, throbbing with power.
When it was finally done, he sported a massive, monstrous erection that had to be 18 inches long and thicker than a wrist. The flared cockhead was a deep purple, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. It bobbed obscenely as it stood straight up, so big it nearly bopped him in the chin.
“There,” Iris said smugly, giving the gigantic, pulsing dick a few last strokes. “This cock could impale a woman in half. It has to be the biggest cock in the world. I hope you can handle the results, Mr. Johnson, because after this, no woman will ever be able to resist fucking you. You’ll be insatiable. An addict. A slave to your own dick.”
She winked and snapped off the gloves. “Same time next week for the follow-up. And don’t be late – you’ll be hung like a horse and hard 24/7 from now on. Congrats.”
Mr. Johnson just whimpered, eyes glazed over as he gawked at his own transformed penis. Iris knew he’d be a regular client now. They always were, after she worked her magic. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other dicks to make gigantic.
