	Clikt. Clikt. Clikt.
	The footfalls of clawed feet outside your door draws you out of your thoughts, tearing your attention away from one of the many reports you keep in your private chambers. You've long since lost the need for sleep, but a private area for you to plot and think does wonders for finding a peace of mind. Rising from your chair you fold a paper to mark where you left off, one of your alchemists had an interesting..."encounter" with a warlock, and had chosen to include the events in with her report. You're already halfway to the door before you can hear your visitor's knocking. The large iron-wrought door easily slides open at your pull, and you see one of your royal alchemists before you, a tightly bound tincture clutched between her arms. "M-my Queen, the tonic has been finished. I came here as fast as I could."
	Your servant carefully lifts the fruit of her efforts up to you before you snatch it away from her. Lifting it up into the air you watch the light of nearby torches filter through the green liquid inside, the bottle casting an emerald hue of light upon you. "You have done well, and shall be rewarded accordingly. Now leave me to my devices." Turning on your heel and you shut the door behind you, the still cowering alchemist slinking away from your doorway. You feel as though you had been waiting ages for this, when it was merely months ago that you tasked some of your beloved citizens to research this potion. It had come to you in a report of course, that a necromancer had been researching in improving the undead, one of your many spies having stumbled across the gravediggers lair. The Scarlet crusade had swept through and destroyed almost everything that had been stored, but your forsaken are ever resourceful and the spy had managed to find the remnants of that necromancer's research. It all culminated in the potion you now hold in your hands, supposedly this essence contains enough power to give even a freshly-raised corpse the strength to face down a Tauren. 
	Seated back at your desk you muse for a second how the inventor of this potion must have felt. The old man's research finally bearing fruit as the crusaders come knocking on his door, destroying everything he had managed to create just seconds before he had completed his life's work. Thankfully, you're much greater than some frail old man, and tonight you shall grow even greater. A hiss fills the room as you pop the cork from the potion, the liquid inside fizzling as air comes back into contact with it. You wait for a moment, content to let the potion die down, swishing the liquid inside from side to side. Finally as the brew returns to its relaxed state you bring it to your lips before leaning your head back and swallow it down. It sears the inside of your throat as it travels into you, and you can feel it sit heavy in your stomach, your body slowly absorbing it all. You make sure not to waste a single drop before pulling the now empty glass away from you, stifling a cough as you lean into your seat and let the potion work.
	The burning within your throat almost instantly disappears as you can feel energy flowing into your body, the sensation of still living flesh coming back to you after all these years. But just as it appears the feeling quickly dissipates, leaving you feeling the same as you were minutes ago. Before you can voice your displease a pain strikes in your abdomen, making you kneel over your desk, scattering parchment all over the floor. The pain slowly travels down your body as you struggle to keep yourself upon your seat, a sweat beginning to break out across your skin. It's almost indescribable, not limited to one type of pain like burning or throbbing, the pain inside of you is a mixture of everything, you body crying out as the bundle of hurt continues down. Finally your chest is free of the throes of agony but now your pelvis isn't, the sensitive area not taking kindly to the overwhelming sensation of torment. A disgusting "SCHLICK" sounds out finally as you feel the potion finally leave you, your seat now damp with whatever liquids left you. The ability to feel things other than pain starts to return, and you begin to notice a tightness at your crotch, you bring a hand down to loosen your leggings and give your skin more room to breathe when you finally notice a throbbing sensation.
	Reeling back in your chair, the soft light illuminates your lower body, your leggings entirely soaked in a sick green liquid. You're unable to look away, right where your pussy was is a giant bulge, straining even against your already unfastened clothing. You body shivers in pleasure as you bring a hand down to touch the mass of flesh, you can feel the stitches of your pants strain against the flesh, as it begins to harden from your touch. Recoiling your hand back you grip the sides of your waist and slowly pull down the liquid-coated cloth, revealing inch by inch of your pale flesh. Soon the waistline of your pants reaches the bulge, and you find yourself hesitating for some reason, the specter of a feeling you've long since left behind haunting you now, the feeling of fear. Tightening your grip you tug down, uncovering your lower body in one go, letting out a shiver as the cold air of the room caresses your dripping skin. You can't help but to stare at what you see hanging from yourself, a man's cock protruding from your body where you once had a pussy. Even soft it's utterly gigantic, the width of both of your arms and reaching past your knees, you can see foreskin bundled up around the frenulum of your new girth as a large cockhead drips pre onto the floor from its slit. The entire mass of flesh is a far darker blue than the rest of your skin, making it hard to see the veins running along your length. The sexual discharge from the potion still dripping from your cumslit and causing the light to catch on the pubes around the base of your cock.
	Hesitantly you reach down to grab the offending shaft, its soft state letting you roughly grip the entire circumference, also squeezing out a few more dollops of pre onto the ground. Your mind races with thoughts, just what went wrong, how do you have this horrendous cock, how do you even get rid of it? You're the Queen of the Undercity, not some sort of freakish sex-slave passed around between degenerates! As you fill with frustrated anger you tug at the cock, almost trying to rip it off at first, but the rough tug only causing you to stop and shiver, the tip of the cock leaping into the air for a second before hanging lazily above the ground again. "W-what was that..." You let out a whisper into the confines of your room, not expecting an answer but your curiosity piqued. You lean back down into your chair again and tug on your shaft again, much softer this time, and you have to clench your toes as pleasure runs through your body. "Oooohh, this, this is goood..." A moan escapes your lips as you continue to gently tug on yourself, the grip you had slowly opening up as the flesh in your hand begins to harden and push back. Your other hand travels down to join the first in running along your length, giving slight tugs every now and then which send shocks of more pleasure along your nerves. Suddenly something slaps up against your chest, pulling you out of the stupor you were in, your cock now a pillar of hard flesh nestled against your breasts. You never knew just how good a dick could feel, biting on your lower lip you watch pre slowly escape from the slit of your length. Maybe...maybe you can keep it? A queen deserves to spoil herself every now and then, and getting rid of it would just be so much effort. Yes, you'll keep this grisly cock of yours. 
	With your mind set you push back up against your cock, removing it from between your breasts and letting your hands run over it again, this time faster. More sexual discharge leaks from the tip and runs down along your length, coating your hands and letting you slide them faster across your sensitive skin. As you work your shaft, the smell of sex begins to fill the room, a musky scent that hangs heavy in the air. Your royal bedchambers now beginning to smell like a cheap inn room used for pleasure, your cock's smell already settling into nearby drapery just from your jerking it at your desk. Leaning forward you plant a kiss along your hard girth, before running your tongue along your flesh, rivulets of pre catching on your tongue. You pull back and swallow that pre, letting the delicious liquid slide down into your belly as you continue to jerk your hands across your cock. That is until and idea crosses your mind, reaching up around the head of your length, you bring your hands together to make a vice around your frenulum and start thrusting into it. The pleasure is indescribable as your sensitive head squishes in between your grip, but after the thrust you feel a weight slam back down, two gigantic orbs filled with cum slapping against the legs of your chair. You hadn't noticed it earlier but a humongous pair of balls had grown with the cock, now slippery with pre and sweat, a bolt of pleasure arcing through your mind at the thought of how perverted you've become. Your cock would fit better on an orc, or even a Tauren, and now you have a ballsack that wouldn't even belong on a sentient creature. Your powerful sack stolen from a kodo beast, the cum factories inside processing enough fluid to impregnate your entire kingdom. Thoughts of lining up every one of your citizens, giving each one a helping of your noxious fluids fills your mind, making your pace increase. A lewd, wet slap sounds out in the room every time your package slams back down from a thrust, your soft flesh smashing against the hard wood of your chair, the punishment not even registering as pain and instead egging you on with your masturbation. More perverse thoughts assault your mind, imagining you rubbing your crotch up against the lips of others as you hold your sheath your cock deep inside of them, the only air they can breathe in tainted by your musk. A part of you wishes these thoughts to stop, a part that remembers when you were still alive and wished for a happy life with your sisters. That part is quickly swept aside by more worthwhile thoughts, of how did you ever survive without a giant nasty cock between your legs, how did you live without the thoughts of emptying your gigantic ballsack inside of someone as they writhe around your flesh. A warmth begins to grown at the base of your cock as you slide your hands down and grip at it, squeezing as hard as you can you jerk roughly at the base, your ballsack growing taut and hugging up against your thighs, its enormous size making you spread your legs wide. As your orgasm approaches you kiss the tip of your dick, licking at the slit of your cockhead. 
	"C-c-cummiiinnnggg!!" You have to pull back and scream at the ceiling as thick, nasty, putrid cum is pumped from your shaft. The fluid arcing through the air and making disgustingly thick noises at it hits the floor. Some salvos of your cum arcing back over to you, the smelly fluids landing all over you. Opening your mouth you try to catch some but what few streaks of jizz that aim for your face are too large and simply coat you in your own sperm. The musk of your cock mixing with the smell of your ball-juice, making you grow intoxicated off the scent of your own sex. Lightly you continue to stroke at your cock as it grows flaccid, the disgusting shaft twitching every now and then as it squirts out more thick cum onto the ground and your lap. The thought occurs to you, you'll need to clean this all up. A smile starts to find its way to your lips as you lick at the jism dripping down your face.