He grimaces, but nods. "Can I at least pick which race of dog I get ears from?"

"Yes, it's friendly that way. I always liked Golden Retriever for my characteristics."

"I'm going more for the opposite. Rather pointy than droopy."

Presently they arrive and Sadde can set the peppers down somewhere and stretch his arms.

The basket and its contents (not all peppers!) look very fetching on the end table. 

Time to examine the non-pepper contents, then. For the other body parts he's gonna be getting.

There are in fact more peppers than anything else, but there's a bundle of bunnycarrots and a little pile of whiskerfruit and a cluster of foxberries too.

"Can I combine stuff? Bunny whiskers plus whiskerfruit..."

"It wouldn't be much of a change, but you'd wind up with cat whiskers instead of bunny whiskers. New reagents overwrite old ones."

"I definitely prefer fox tails. Can the peppers be used to get fox ears, too? Foxes are canines..."

"But they're not dogs. 'Canine peppers' is a slight misnomer, it doesn't cover all canids."

"Shame. I'll go for eating, then jerking off, then meditating, then sleeping, as my night plan, because I'm hungry and way too horny this is distracting and then presumably I'll have any peace of mind if I do the other thing."

"A sound plan," Enserric says. "Would you like me to distract myself during your, ah, personal time, or do you not mind if I vicariously indulge myself?"

"...can you indulge yourself? You're a sword."

"I did say vicariously. I miss my cock terribly, but watching someone else is still nice, even if it's just a tease."

"Feel free. That... does actually sound pretty hot, to be honest." And now he's almost unconsciously rubbing his dick through his trousers. "Maybe I could make it a show."

Enserric hums thoughtfully. "You know, I've got enough control over this vessel of mine that I could probably vibrate. If you wanted... help."

Sadde's about to object that he's sharp when he realises Enserric probably meant the other end. "—I should eat first before I get too distracted."

"Don't let me stop you."

Enserric's hilt shimmers a bit, and reshapes itself; suddenly he has the long two-hander hilt of a greatsword, and his pommel looks... very different.

"Okay now you're doing it on purpose," he complains, reaching for some food and focusing on the general shape of things he wants. The ears in particular he'll be going for something like a terrier's or a pinscher's.

The pepper is spicy, but not overwhelmingly so; the flavor has a strong body to it, and he feels much fuller than he reasonably should after eating a single vegetable. His ears shift on his head, and morph, and grow soft downy fuzz all over them, and soon enough he's got big pointy dog ears on top of his head. Also, his muscles feel a little stronger, a little tighter.

Meanwhile, Enserric is forming little bumps and ridges along his hilt.

He'll eat various vegetables until he's feeling sufficiently full, which thankfully will probably be fewer than he'd been expecting, so he won't have to change too much.

The next two peppers seem willing to accept that he's already transformed today, and after three peppers he feels entirely full. And stronger, and a little bit faster.

Those are very strange things to feel but okay.

He had also not previously had the experience of a boner not diminishing in the slightest over time like this but apparently that's how it be, in this place. He eyes Enserric assessingly.

Enserric's blade is the same as ever. His hilt, on the other hand, is now a thick eight-inch phallus, with a domed head and smooth, even ridges all along its metallic length. His crossguard serves to prevent the whole ensemble from slipping in fully.

"If you want it smaller I can adjust," the sword says. "And you needn't worry that you'll slip and cut your hand; this blade is enchanted not to harm its wielder."

...well shit. "I don't suppose you're any kind of self-lubricating or anything," he says a bit weakly, reaching again for his cock but this time into his trousers.