To her dismay, Castella finds that the same tingling sensation washed over her a second time. It would seem that whatever magic this fountain contained would need more than a simple purification wrote to remove. Once more, the magic settled in her nethers and she gasped as her penis sprang to full erectness, and then kept growing. Inch after inch of new flesh poured from her loins until it stood proudly at eleven inches long, and had almost doubled in width, causing her to pitch an enormous tent in her robe that was plain for all to see. Still, the magic was not done with her, and she felt a weight growing in her sack as her balls swelled quickly from the size of grapes until they were as big as plumbs, pulling her sack tight around them. With their new size came a marked increase in productivity, and precum quickly began leaking from the tip of her dick in a thick stream.