You hurry toward the wagon, going at a good trot yourself. As you get nearer, you can see more details. The horses aren't furres, of course, but merely animals. You can see something jutting out in front of the beasts that doesn't seem to be part of their harnesses. When you get even closer, you nearly trip when you realize that they are both stallions, and what's sticking out are the tips of their penises. Both horses are so overabundantly endowed that their shafts extend beyond their front legs.
You blink and look down at yourself, wondering what the animals are being fed, then look up at the driver of the wagon and see that it isn't just the beasts. The peddler looks a lot like what you'd half expected, actually, in keeping with this medieval setting. A tall, portly grey wolf with colorful clothing and several gold earrings. But thrusting out of a hole in his trousers and resting between the wolf's legs are two balloon sized testicles, and a flaccid sheathe that is a few inches longer and thicker than your best erection is.
Before you even have a chance to look up again and ask what's going on, the wolf quickly reads your expression and grins. "Well now, looks like you've just arrived, haven't you?" You numbly nod, and he continues, "Well, then, welcome to Hyperia!" He spreads his arms wide and looks around at the scenery. "Ahh, but you are confused. Take a seat up here, and I will answer any question you may have."
Having no better ideas, you decide to do so. At least the peddler is friendly and helpful, and seems to understand your predicament. Predicaments, plural, if you count no longer being the big boy in the neighborhood. It's strange, though. You have often fantasized about being even bigger than you are now. Like the ridiculous proportions of the merchant, or even bigger. Perhaps you should ask about that.