[ PI ] The longer a spell takes to invoke , the more potent its effects . A single wizard has been casting a spell for hundreds of years . Today , he is finally done .

His staff clattered on the floor, almost snapping in two. His arms were pathetic and noodlely, he gasped for breath as he tried to steady himself on a table. 
 
 His spell had finally been finished. Over 239 years he had been channelling his final spell. His product sat in front of him, gleaming in the light. His face was bright, but he needed water. 
 
 He fetched his heaviest goblet and filled it to the brim with clear, pure water. He then took his product and paired it with the water he had just fetched. He gulped both down in a single instant. He could finally feel the effects; he could feel it working. It started in the torso, making it's way down towards his groin. 
 
 He quickly undid his robes and looked down at his shriveled phallus, at that same instance it jumped. With a loud crack and excruciating pain the smoke cleared. His dick had grown to 9''. 
 
 The wizard knew what would happen though... All of Viagrazon would *hate* him.
