Penny's Tower (Patreon)

In the non-magical kingdom of Norg, all forms of magic are prohibited – including enchantment, rune-bending, even ensorcelled items are strictly forbidden by law.

Yet the wealthy have ways of skirting those laws, especially when the magic is subtle enough for plausible deniability. Slinging fire and lightning is obviously out of the question, but subtler magic can be far less obvious.

Cosmetic magical enhancements are a favorite of the noble class. They claim they are simply born with pleasing features that were gifted from the gods, and nothing more.

Commoners must take these nobles at their word, for it is difficult to prove a magic ritual was conducted many moons ago, or that a magical cock ring was put to use...

Penelope Bigwood is the firstborn daughter of Lord Borogus Bigwood, head of one of the noble houses of Norg. As befitting their name, the Bigwood family is notorious for the size of their endowments. 

Male heirs of the Bigwood family lineage are always blessed with oversized cocks, proudly bulging from even the baggiest of pants.

While the women in the Bigwood family are possessed of generous bosoms and backs strong enough to carry them, to say nothing of their striking beauty.

These blessings ran through the family bloodline, trickling down to enhance every Bigwood boy and girl in the same way...

Until Penelope – the first and only female Bigwood to be born with a cock.

And a female with a cock is not exactly plausible deniability regarding the use of magic and ensorcelled items...

Generations ago, House Bigwood gained possession of a powerful magical item: a golden cock ring.

If worn while copulating, the cock ring's magic will enchant the seed flowing through it, resulting in offspring gifted with enhanced sexual features.

Every time the ring is used, a pregnancy is guaranteed, and the physical enhancements of the offspring grow more pronounced with every generation of magic accumulating in the bloodline.

This magical cock ring is a closely kept secret of the Bigwood family, for their fame and fortune are built upon it. If the truth of their illegal magical enhancements should be discovered, the family name would crumble to ash, as would their house and all who depend on it.

Penelope's father, Lord Borogus Bigwood, realized that his daughter's cock was a dead give-away that magical tampering had occurred at her conception. So he resolved to keep Penelope's appearance a secret, until a more permanent solution could be found...

Yet eighteen years later, Penelope remains a prisoner.

Her father locked her away in a high tower, out of sight, and out of trouble. She was well cared for; fed, clothed, and tutored by the finest money could buy. But she was never allowed to set foot out of her tower or risk being seen in public, to prevent her "Bigwood secret" from slipping out.

Rumors circulated that the highborn girl was in ill-health. Bedeviled by frailty, too delicate to emerge from her tower. It was enough to excuse her absence from high society. The nobility was vaguely aware of her existence, for a time. A tart morsel of gossip to be sipped like a fine wine in good company, then pissed away and forgotten come morning.

To the people of Norg, Penelope was worse than dead, worse even than forgotten. She had never been known at all.

Her bedchamber was filled with the finest silks and woven tapestries. Her bookshelves stocked with exotic and rare volumes filled with valuable knowledge. She had art supplies, writing materials, and nothing but time to kill...

Yet Penelope could not be satisfied with any of these delights. The only thing she desired was a taste of the world outside her window.

Untold hours she sat, gazing out that portal to a greater world. She studied the bustling streets below, teeming with peasantry like brightly colored ants. They were real, and yet, too far away to matter. The people below were as ephemeral as the clouds above.

The frustration and anger grew within her. She did not understand why she was a prisoner.  She did not even know why she had been born with a massive cock between her legs, nor did she have the slightest idea how to manage the urges it gave her. She had no outlet for her rage, save for exercise.

It became her addiction, her fuel, her path to sanity.

From the moment she woke in the morning, Penelope pushed her body to lift, stretch, strain, and pump anything heavy, until sweat pooled on the stone floor beneath her. Until her body quivered and shook from exhaustion. Until she stopped being angry.

She would collapse in a shivering heap, her muscles groaning in pain, and all she could do was smile. Because her body was absorbing the pain in her heart, soaking it up like a sponge. The more her muscles hurt, the less her thoughts were clouded by heartache.

Penelope forged her body like a blacksmith shaping steel; with heat, and pressure, and endless strikes of power and precision, she pounded herself into a work of art. Into a weapon.

It took far too long for Penny to realize... nobody was coming to save her.

She would have to save herself.