SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Chapter 3

Many days had passed in the rural Vorbild Refuge before Prince Weber was truly healed of his poisoning. He was now back at the peak of his strength, although that was almost as unimpressive as his physique. The little royal had lost any insolence of the day he came to be in Cari’s care. Still, his new temperament proved to be a completely different sort of task. Where once he seemed to have the delusion of being in charge, he was now completely and utterly dependent on his new guardian. His revelation about his stunted growth seemed to revert his mentality to something more fitting of his anatomy.

Such had been the case this morning when Cari awoke to find a head of floppy blonde hair resting on her chest, just above her full, juicy breast. The diminutive intruder had crawled into her room and under her blankets. At the same time, she slept, his skinny limbs wrapped about her torso. She looked down at his form, in just a diaper, and cracked a smile.

Normally, a seasoned fighter such as herself would easily banish any man who thought to be so cheeky, but this was quite different. To her, the Prince hanging about her side was just a scared child who needed his mommy. And for her part, Cari was coming around to filling that role–and actually enjoying it. She placed a warm hand on his back and listened to his nose trill with slumber, happy that her ward was finding some sort of relief. It was another relief, however, that proved to jerk the Vorbild Sister back to reality.

As they lay together, a low-pitched and very faint hissing sound made its way to Cari’s ear. As she pondered the non-threatening “puh-puh-puh” sound, a slight warmth seemed to come to her hip–right where her little Princeling was pushing his diaper in her body. The nappies she had on hand did their job well enough, but the risk of getting soggy jump-started the day for her.

Cari rose and stood over the still sleeping boy, the pitiful little hissing sound still emitting from his puffy diaper. The Prince was now lying on his back with his legs splayed open as the dull piddling continued into his infantile garment. Cari just stood with a small smirk on her face as the event continued, completely unthreatened by the supposedly 22-year-old “man” tinkling in her bed.

“My Webby just has no control. He’s piddling like a newborn! Just an open faucet wherever and whenever–well, a very small faucet! It’s also taking a very long time to come out of such little plumbing.” Cari whispered to herself, giggling many times. “I’ll take care of my business in the meantime.” The red-haired beauty strode over to her room’s toilet and dropped her linen shorts.

She sat on the seat gracefully and looked down at her womanhood, relaxing her pelvic muscles. As a strong, large stream poured out of her pussy, she marveled at her own form. Her sex was tight, but still made a noticeable mound between her legs. The pubis was covered in curly, red pubic hairs. One might call it unkempt, but she relished the changes that adulthood had brought to her body since she was a teenager. Between her legs–and everywhere else for that matter– she showed the signs of a mature and sexual being. On many occasions during her current lonely assignment, she would find herself caressing and handling her many assets. In one way, from arousal, but in another, just proud of her symbols of mettle.

As the gushing waterfall finished echoing from the porcelain bowl, her gaze rose back to her charge. She stared at his uninhibited pose with his legs still spread wide and diaper on display. While his private area was obscured now, the image of his incredibly small and hairless penis seemed permanently burned in the Vorbild Sister’s memory. She looked down again between her legs at her impressive curves and vulva. As the cleric wiped away any drops from her slit, she clutched at her mound and pelt for a long moment. Her eyes stared in distant thought.

“How would I feel if I hadn’t grown down there?” Cari wondered to herself. The question was two-fold in actuality, as her hands moved about her curvy and firm form. She imagined the area between her legs being completely flat, her hand having nothing to fit in its palm. No coarse, curly hairs brushing against her skin in a rough but satisfying way. Her other hand cupped one of her weighty breasts, feeling its heft. She then tried to conceive of the feeling of having nothing to hold, and her nipples simply protruding from her chest.

She turned and looked in her mirror, still naked from the waist down. In her mind’s eye, she tried to see what she would look like without all the gifts puberty had given her. She imagined a tight, pale, hairless little slit between her legs–pitiful compared to what she actually had. She instinctually pushed her thighs together in a delusional embarrassment–somewhat overcome by the thought exercise she was partaking in.

The reflex to hide the imagined shame answered the other element of “How would I feel?” for the beautiful cleric. For the short moment when Cari’s imagination allowed her to see undeveloped parts between her legs, she felt a whirlwind of emotions. Shame, fear, and embarrassment all whirled about her brain at the thought of being so childish in the one spot that’s supposed to prove one’s maturity. Flashes of life with no growth all came to mind–thoughts of hiding, excuses, and humiliation when the secret was out. “I could never change, bathe, or sun with others if I looked so pitiful,” she thought to herself.

“Oh, and for a man, it must be so much worse,” Cari whispered as the vision ceased and her vagina was back to its proud state in the reflection. “I would be embarrassed if I never grew, but having a tiny penis is just so much more…noticeable? It’s like there’s supposed to be something there, but it just isn’t! Or rather, it’s like a different organ than a penis–it just pokes out as a little pink button, not a fleshy tube at all.” Cari now walked over to her charge again from the toilet, not even bothering to pull up her panties–a slight morning chill aerating her short hairs below.

Without hesitation, she opened his yellow, soggy nappy and effortlessly pulled it out from under his small frame. She took no heed of the boy’s modesty or personal space as she again inspected his exceedingly small organ–now clammy from his accident. The tiny tube of flesh was retracted even more than usual, just a small section of his pink head barely poking out from a pale, hairless groin. She smiled and cooed softly before bringing a damp cloth to the little spout, trying to remove any leftover pee. She had to wriggle the tip of her pinky with some effort to try and clean out the tiny nooks and crannies unique to such underdeveloped anatomy. Despite a few shivers from the still somnolent Webby, his “boyhood” did not wiggle or swing–totally incapable of any movement due to its short length. As she finished her work, the Prince began to stir and propped himself up on his arms, his bottom still resting on Cari’s bed.

“Oh, my Princeling, you’re awake,” Cari said, totally unfazed by his rousing, while she touched his intimate parts. Despite having just felt empathy for his complete lack of development, she still couldn’t view him as an adult with a right to autonomy or privacy. To her, he was still a helpless little one in need of constant care. He looked at her with sleepy eyes.

“It’s c-c-cold, Miss Cari.” He said, not realizing his lower half was still uncovered and clammy.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sweetie. I know it’s a little nippy…” Cari began to say as she continued to inspect the tiny protrusion between his legs. She had been commenting on the morning air, but the word “nippy” made a goofy smile come across her face as she had something of an “eureka” moment. “Aaaaawww! I love that! ‘little nippy’ is a perfect name! It’s so cute!”

“Wha-what?” Weber said as he now looked down and saw the source of the chill — and the source of the new name. Cari was now covering her beautiful mouth with both hands, trying to contain her giggling. The Prince’s face began to turn bright red as he realized his newly-discovered embarrassment was out again.

“See, you’ve got three of them! Here’s one nippy–Boop!” the lady-cleric said as she pushed his right nipple in like a button. “And then you’ve you two nippies–Beep!” she said, moving to the left nipple. “And then ‘little nippy’ makes three–Peep!” The beautiful redhead exclaimed like one tickling a child, as she completely inverted the snout of Weber’s tiny phallus with a finger. For a moment, he had no genitals to speak of, as a push of her pinky totally hid them in his pubis. As she released her finger, the infantile appendage popped out defiantly, but in no way triumphantly. Cari began to giggle even more at the physical comedy that came with such a tiny penis. In her mind, she thought, “All it took was a little push to make the Prince a Princess. He’s a boy by only a speck of flesh! It’s all so silly!”

“I don’t like ‘nippy.'” Weber said with a blushing, pouty face. His hand was now covering his privates for the first time since he awoke.

“Well, I love your nippy,” Cari said–switching to a sweet tone as she banished the last of her tittering. She remembered her thoughts of trying to relate to the Prince’s situation only minutes before. She realized she had completely failed again to be understanding. A 22-year-old male, despite being a sheltered and spoiled royal, must want to assert himself and feel confident. She again vowed to try and be more empathetic.

“There’s nothing wrong with this nippy. I-it…um…it sure pees a lot–that’s what they’re for, right?” Cari said with a half-hearted enthusiasm, realizing she had started her sentence with no idea where it was going. She blushed slightly at how silly her praise was, but was so desperate to find something nice to say that it just came out.

“Well, that’s true. That is how babies are made…” Weber said in a sort of nonchalant aside, still a bit huffy about the new pet-name for the small growth between his legs. Cari’s eyebrow shot up like an arrow as she heard the Prince’s confident yet absurd assertion. Despite just trying to assuage the little one, she had to probe at what he meant.

“Babies come from urine?” Cari said in a skeptical, but soft voice. Curiosity nibbled at her very core as she probed for more information on the Prince’s warped understanding of biology. Still, she did not want to seem too nasty in her incredulity.

“Well, n-no, Miss Cari. They come from that.” The Prince said as he pointed at the Vorbild Sister’s still exposed pubic region. She had completely forgotten she was still bottomless for this whole episode–Prince Weber was just so unimposing she felt no need to cover up–until now. Despite having a perfectly formed vulva with a proud pelt of red pubic hair, Cari suddenly felt a bit of stage fright at being the subject of attention. She blushed slightly, but the only other set of genitals in the room were so pitiful her momentary sheepishness faded quickly. She rose to her feet and placed her hands on either side of her crotch.

“My vagina,” Cari said like a teacher correcting a student on the proper nomenclature. She seemed to push her hips slightly forward at this–any shyness completely gone as her curiosity took over.

“Y-yes. ‘Vagina.’ The man takes his nippy–er doodle–er penis–” the royal stammered out, blushing again at how easily he seemingly adopted the nickname he hated. He went on: “Anyway, he pees on the woman’s v-vagina and then a baby starts growing in there–and, and…Well, they call it ‘sex’ or ‘intercourse.'” The room became silent for many moments as the woman stared at her underendowed charge quizzically. It seemed that every day brought new deficiencies to light about him. How could one with tutors in a royal court grow up so naïve and uneducated about almost everything?

“Oh, my sweet little Princeling,” Cari said as she brought him to his feet in an embrace, her coarse pubic hairs tickling his stomach. She then took him by the hand and led him over to the side of her room, which had a desk, books, and assorted supplies. “Hang on just a sec, sweetie,” Cari said as she bent over a box, making clinking sounds as she rifled through. Her freckled bottom swaying slightly side-to-side in Webby’s face. His brain became completely entranced by the sight of her full, athletic cheeks and the little bit of her slit he could spy. His tiny member hardened, but its appearance changed only slightly. His little pink tip is a few fractions of an inch longer and pointing up a few degrees more. The Prince instinctively touched his little thimble, but quickly threw his hands to his side as Cari came up from the box.

“I bet you’ve never seen one of these. Only the elder Vorbild Sisters can make these with ancient techniques.” She said as she placed a brass rectangle on a table and pointed the end at the wall through a glass lens. She lit a candle and placed it inside the box, and then closed all the curtains in the room. A blank white light showed on the wall in the shape of a rounded square. Soon, it depicted images as Cari quickly placed and replaced glass slides behind the lens. The young royal stood in awe of the archaic projector.

“Alright, here we are,” Cari said, using her teacherly tone again. Projected on the wall were the anatomical studies of a nude man and a nude woman at approximately life-size. The two faced forward, their genitals clearly displayed. “See, this is a man and a woman. The lady on the left has a vagina like mine, and the guy is like y–” The Vorbild instructor had started to say, but her gaze began with the projection and then moved to Weber. Having a life-size “model” in the room only accentuated what Cari had known the whole time–the Prince’s penis was absolutely MINISCULE. Pictures on a page might have made it clear to Weber he was different, but having a “full-size” representation was just a new level of contrast.

“Well, er–you are both men–er male…You both have a penis.” Cari managed to choke out a response, trying to be truthful but diplomatic. Classifying the two as the same organ felt strange to the Vorbild Sister, as they seemed totally different in function and scope–although that would become even clearer in a moment: “Well, anyways, you see the penis gets inserted into the vagina and sprays a seed to inseminate the woman. Men don’t just pee on women, and a magical baby appears, silly little boy!” Cari tussled the diminutive royal’s hair, but noticed his body was somewhat rigid. He stared at her vulva unrelentingly before finally speaking.

“It goes inside there?!” He said, gripping his small phallus with just his finger and thumb while still staring and Cari’s fuzzy privates. “H-how? How does that work?” He continued to question with a desperate wavering in his voice.

His gripping, or rather pinching, his genitals and addressing her womanhood seemed almost reminiscent to her of a sexual rendezvous–but again, there were MAJOR differences from any experience she had ever had. His pitiful genitals dispelled any possible carnal feelings she might have felt. Despite her affection for the boy, the thought of a live demonstration made the cleric feel dirty. To her, he was just a baby, and his little pee pee belonged nowhere near her grown-up pussy. She did wonder, devilishly, if she would have even noticed it if they tried.

“Heh, heh, sorry, I’m just…I was thinking about something else. I’m not laughing at you.” She lied between giggles, still quite amused at her last thought and the silly boy standing before her. “Why don’t you go stand with the projection? It will make more sense. ”

“Hpppf.” He managed to huff out as he walked over to the illuminated wall, frustrated by his continued lack of comprehension. “Like this?” He asked as he stood in front of the man on the left side of the diagram.

“Here’s a mirror so you can see, Webby,” Cari said as she placed a large mirror right next to the projector, allowing her ward to see himself standing with the projection. She gripped and adjusted the lens so the Prince and the drawing would be in lined, but this proved more difficult than she had thought. The Prince’s small stature and lack of muscle made him seem a little out of place with the two mature figures now standing with him. After many adjustments, she did the best she could and addressed her royal student: “So there we are, let’s start here.”

Cari squinted with one eye shut as she inspected the glass slides she had in her collection. As she put aside the next one for her lesson, her nude pupil addressed her from across the room. He was fidgeting a bit in place, going up on his tippy-toes and down as he stared in the mirror.

“Miss Cari, I think you need to adjust the picture again, my hips must not be lined up…The, um, picture is hanging below me.” He said in a whine, like a pleading child. Cari stopped for a moment and looked at the display with a blank stare. The error Prince Weber was talking about was not on the projectionist or the image, but rather one he had been born with (and stuck with). The little Prince stood with the image of the man projected over him, black lines of the figure’s musculature showing clearly on his lily-white skin. Also displayed over him were an oblong and a more circular shape–only partially, though, as they continued between his slightly parted legs and were mostly projected on the wall. Little wavy lines dotted the area above these shapes.

“Th-that’s…hehe…Oh, Sweetie, that’s his…” Cari started to titter before she had to cover her mouth and compose herself. The mistake her charge was referring to was a properly-sized penis and testicles. She had assumed the boy had understood male anatomy better after seeing her textbook a few days before. However, apparently, the scope of his condition still had not completely sunk in. As she looked on with a huge grin covered by her lithe fingers, the Prince continued to fidget about. He was now moving his hand back-and-forth between his legs, where the man-sized phallus and scrotum appeared in the mirror, but of course was empty space for him.

Cari’s POV:

I knew he was tiny, but seeing a normal one projected on him just makes me realize how much negative space there is! It’s not just the tiny winky that’s actually there; it’s also the complete lack of anything dangling between his thighs. It’s not just being small–it’s like he’s missing something altogether. Oh my poor baby! I can’t believe I have to tell him; he’s almost like a tiny, penile alien or something. He just has no context for what he is missing.

I feel bad, but I just can’t stop laughing! His pale little nippy looks like a little dot from over here, especially next to a real penis–er, not real, but a normal one. It’s actually a little smaller than normal! I had to size down the projection size because Webby’s so short, and that dick still looks absolutely ginormous! OH! And look at the pubes! It’s so hard to see his little wee wee with the little squiggly lines showing on it–it might be a good thing he never grew any! We wouldn’t be able to find his little doodle!

Narrative:

Cari clutched her side with her other arm as she struggled not to break down into uproarious laughter. Her cheeks were red, and tears started to form in her eyes as she strove against her baser instincts. Weber stared at her as best he could, but the light from the projector made her somewhat hard to make out. Eventually, the red-haired beauty composed herself and was finally able to speak — although a few titters remained.

“That’s just his penis, my little Princeling. He’s a man, so his penis and balls hang down between his legs. Remember the book you looked at?” Cari said, trying to sound motherly and nurturing after almost breaking down before.

“His nippy just hangs down there all the time?” Webby asked in a state of wonder. The logistics of having normal genitals seemed too much for him.

“He doesn’t have a nippy, sweetie. He has a man’s penis–er, I mean not that…I just… ‘Nippy’ is the special name for your very special pee pee.” Cari stammered out, realizing she had just put her foot in her mouth around the very sensitive boy. “Anyways, yes, they hang all the time. Remember when you told me you saw your baby brother’s and it was much longer than yours and hung?” Cari asked innocently. The Prince huffed and crossed his arms with a frown–no doubt the subject had become a sore one with his new revelations. Her attempt to teach again came at the poor boy’s expense as she just reminded him he was much smaller than a baby. She just couldn’t stop saying the wrong thing, but it was so hard — and sadly, very funny for anyone but Prince Weber.

“Let’s move on. Here’s the act that makes babies okay?” She said, trying to distract from her many flubs. The wall changed to a flat, white light and then to a new line drawing of a man mounting a woman — again in life-sized scale. The drawing was from a side profile and eliminated one of the woman’s legs so the penetration could be clearly seen. “Okay, turn to your side, I’ll line this up.”

Cari did her best to align the male figure with Webby’s body, adjusting the image slightly to fit his rail-thin physique better. For a moment, all seemed to be going to plan, but her ward’s form again created more questions than she had expected.

“So how does it just get in there?” The Prince asked, a bit puzzled. The cleric never thought she’d have to explain such an obvious and simple act, but “here we are,” she thought. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

“Well, you just push your–” She began to say, but stopped in her tracks as she squinted to locate the young man’s nippel-schwanz from the side profile. It peeked out so closely from the body that she wasn’t sure she could see it. From moment to moment, she thought she could spot a little pink dot, but she thought it might have been her imagination. Cari began to sweat, thinking of what to say next, realizing she had begun a conversation she never should have. In desperation, she asked: “Sweetie, does your nippy ever feel stiff sometimes? Almost like a full sensation?”

“Oh, sure, it does when I do this!” The Prince said with an up-until-now absent enthusiasm. The 22-year-old then started feverishly pinching his tiny pink tip (still invisible to the cleric), creating a flickering effect as his finger and thumb vibrated about his organ in front of the projection. Cari’s hand again moved over her mouth as she witnessed a sight possibly more pathetic than the last. Here was a supposedly adult male pleasuring himself in front of her–totally unprompted and oddly unashamed. “Not only does he have a baby’s pee pee, but he has a child-like innocence about the whole thing.” She thought to herself, quietly snorting with laughter. “He doesn’t understand how inappropriate jerking–er pinching yourself in front of a woman is.”

“Okay, see it’s all pokey now!” He said, rather proud of himself. Cari should have been annoyed or at least disgusted, but his pride at getting a boner, or “pokey,” was so cute to her. Cari left her post behind the projector and walked over to her young charge to see his handiwork. She saw the fruits of his labor, although even calling these grapes would be generous. Before her was the same penis she had been caring for all these days, but ever-so-slightly different. It was still the skinny little thimble she knew, but there was a slight bit of shaft behind it now, probably the length of three stacked coins or so. It’s tight, puckered urethra now pointed some 10 or 15 degrees more toward the ceiling than usual. An untrained eye would probably not see the difference. Still, the beautiful redhead had been pampering it so much she knew all its very little details.

“That’s–that’s very a very special ‘pokey,’ Sweetie. Okay, get back in position.” She said as she went back behind the projector, still trying to contain her laughter. Soon she beheld Weber in a side profile, thrusting his hips as far as he possibly could without falling. Between the parallel lines of the man-sized cock in the diagram she could just barely make out what looked like a little needle bobbing about in place. It floated and swam about the tableau in the same spot, never making it past the very entrance of the woman. The logistical issues her patient would face were illustrated to her more clearly than ever. It was truly unclear if such an undeveloped penis would ever make it past the labia of any woman. “Just try and stick it deeper,” Cari said, hoping against hope it would somehow go farther, but deep down she knew it was futile.

“I’m as far as I can go! There must be another slide we missed on how to do this!” The Prince said, a little bit of his spoiled whine coming back from previous days. “How do I get in there?” He asked with a whimper, all while inspecting his form in the mirror. Cari’s face twisted slightly in pity, not knowing how to respond.

“Well, anyways, the boy–er man then sprays his seed and–” She started, hoping to end this absurd lecture as soon as possible.

“SPRAYS?” Webby asked incredulously.

“After you’ve had an erect–er a ‘pokey’ for a while, doesn’t white stuff come out of it?” Cari said with a hint of stress in her voice. She could sense an impending doom for the boy’s psyche.

“A little slippery drip comes out, and then it isn’t pokey anymore. Wh-where would something shoot out of?” He said it in a childish tone, but his voice was wavering with scared anticipation. He stood and stared at the beautiful woman for many moments as she remained silent. As she thought of the best response, she looked again at his form over the diagram. His little needle was still completely dwarfed by the rod projected over it, but she now noticed the full, sizable scrotum that hung in the picture. The sack was, of course, showing a bit on his thigh and the white wall, because the little Prince had none to speak of. All he had was the tiniest of wrinkly bumps below his member, most certainly never descended (or possibly empty).

“A man’s seed comes from the baggy thing below…” Cari said quietly, not sure of any way she could escape the Prince having a revelation. Again, he scrutinized his reflection and grabbed at the void where balls were projected, of course, feeling nothing. Again, the Princeling wasn’t just inadequate; it was as if he didn’t have the necessary parts at all.

“I-I-I d-don’t h-have th-that.” He said now in an even more broken whimper. His face was now glistening with tears, illuminated by the projector’s light. “I-I didn’t know…This is what you meant, right? When I asked you why they’re supposed to grow?” The boy was now crying full on and had covered his face with his hands. He had finally understood the other use for his genitals. He found that he actually had NO use in that function. He flew out of the room and down the hall to his own quarters.

“Come back, Sweetie! Let’s talk!” Cari said as she ran after the young man, still completely nude from the bottom. She found that she cared very deeply for the boy and cursed herself for delving into such a subject with him. Weber tried to get away, but she embraced him from the back, pinning his arms down. She greatly outsized and overpowered the pampered royal, making it very easy. Her prickly pubic hairs tickled his smooth bottom, no doubt another reminder to him of things he didn’t have.

“I’m not a baby!” He insisted with a shout, his face still red and tearful. “It’s not fair! Why didn’t I grow? I sound like a toddler saying things like ‘pokey’ and…and I look like one too!” He now moaned. Cari still had him in a hug and looked down over his head. His small frame, lack of body hair, and tiny penis did make him look like a child–and the tantrum was not helping. In a burst of motherly instinct, she scooped him up into her arms and hugged him to her even closer. He was still sobbing, but seemed more receptive to her embrace.

“Oh my little Princeling! You have nothing to be ashamed of! You are the cutest in the realm, and I promise you things will get better! Once you complete your Quest of Mettle, you’ll feel better! I’m sure there’s plenty of brave adventurers with little nippies just like you!” The Vorbild Sister exclaimed. She was certainly fibbing, but her passion was real. She hugged him again into her ample bosom and prolonged the squeeze. His tiny penis seemed to completely disappear between his legs in this position, which made him all the more adorable to her.

“Y-you really th-think so?” Webby said, sniffling still, but no longer openly weeping. “There are other ones like mine?” He asked, still totally preoccupied with his “manhood” and not the many other things his protector had said.

“Oh, most definitely.” Cari fibbed again, knowing full well she had never seen a phallus quite that small in her life, even in the nursery. “Now the day is still young…” she started, her eyes unintentionally fixated again on his tiny loins as she said “young” before shaking her head and snapping out of it. “Put on your clothes–and a fresh nappy! We have to start training you for your quest!”

Weber was placed back on the ground and did as he was told. Cari finally garbed her lower half again, and the two rushed to the yard for whatever the Vorbild Sister had in mind.

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Chapter 4

Weeks of physical fitness and weapons training passed at the remote Vorbild Refuge as Cari tried her best to prepare her sworn charge to some level of adventuring. Not only could the road be treacherous, but she was convinced there might even be evil agents of the King of Norfen looking to cut the Prince’s “Quest of Mettle” short. She had not forgotten that Prince Weber’s father seemed intent on eliminating him and making Weber’s little brother the heir.

To his credit, Webby put in all his effort to training–but the results most certainly did not show in his swordplay. He, being of high birth, had all the finest equipment and accessories but none of the skill to wield them. He could swing a sword, but his strength was greatly lacking, especially when sparring with a formidable partner such as Cari. The only aptitude she found in the boy was his ability to run. He could sprint as fast as she could, even with shorter legs. “With my armor on,” she thought, “he could probably outspeed me.”

Thus, after only the first few days, it was the Vorbild Sisters’ strategy that he would only fight when necessary–running away behind his sworn protector’s shield whenever possible. She stored away his fine, but heavy sword, and gave him a small knife that was better suited to his strengths. Cari thought this was the best way to complete his quest to the cliffs of Ardos. The two continued to run drills in the spring season before the fateful day arrived when they were to embark on Weber’s quest.

Early that morning, the two rode on the back of Cari’s Stallion, Robard, as she looked back at her Refuge. The sun glistened on her silver Vorbild armor–adorned as all other Vorbild vestments with a four-pointed star. A small, purple-cloaked Weber sat in front of her on the horse, his face obscured by his hood. Her arms encircled him as she held the reins.

They rode for many hours on an old dirt road, often giving the encumbered Robard breaks by walking beside him. The wind was pleasant and played with Cari’s red mane, held in place only by a dazzling, armored circlet. Webby’s hood blew over many times, his attempt at seeming mysterious betrayed by his soft, boyish looks.

Despite the pressure she felt to keep her little charge safe, Cari found some pleasure in travelling with Weber. She was more accustomed to being attached to parties with experienced combatants or simply by herself–but there was a sweetness to the boy she really hadn’t found in this sort of work before. As they rode, she would find herself pointing things out and educating the young Prince–feeling more like a schoolteacher than a cleric.

For his part, the Prince was very studious with her instruction, when he wasn’t falling asleep in her arms, that is. Cari did not mind, though, as long as she knew her special young man was safe. She especially loved the feeling of his little bottom between her legs as they rode, securing him with her taut thighs. It wasn’t a sexual pleasure, but more just the maternal satisfaction of protecting her little one–even if he was actually 22 years old.

After many hours of this, the Vorbild Sister ended their ride at a section of wood that looked suitable. She, Weber, and Robard all ventured between trees until they hit a clearing and began to set up camp. The sun still provided some light, but Cari wanted to settle down before things got too dark. She stood in her full armor, still preparing a fire, as she saw the Prince start to undress for something more comfortable. She giggled at the idea of packing pajamas on a quest, but was charmed by how cute little Webby was.

“We didn’t have to stop so early, Miss Cari,” Webby said as he removed his cloak and boots, still facing away from her. “I could have rode on for hours.” He claimed with unconvincing bravado that Cari saw right through it. In a moment, his pale white butt came into view as he dropped his trousers.

“It’s our first day,” She began to say, mostly preoccupied with starting the fire, “and I’ve found men have a harder time with riding for long hours.” She said thoughtlessly, forgetting who she was talking to.

“Why do men have a harder time riding?” Webby said, turning to face his escort, totally naked from the waist down. Cari looked up from her flint and tinder and stared for a moment at the little one’s undeveloped genitals, looking straight back at her. She had been, of course, referring to the unrelenting jostling that men’s dangling bits were subjected to during a horseback ride.

More obvious than ever, Weber had none of these things. Most definitely nothing that dangled in the slightest. His tiny pink penis pointed straight out, just a little tip poking out from his body–no noticeable scrotum beneath. Even with his sharp turn to face her, there was no movement from his “boyhood.” Cari imagined how little I moved as it sat in his pants on the saddle, probably tucked in almost like a clitoris. As her mind returned, she saw Robard standing behind the whole tableau, munching oats, his absurdly large phallus swaying with his chewing. The contrast was absolutely hilarious to the holy healer.

“I-I have no idea, really.” She said wide-eyed and then quickly averted her gaze back to the nascent fire, trying not to laugh. She had unintentionally hurt the boy’s feelings enough; she didn’t see a reason to go into detail here. “At least he doesn’t need a loin harness,” she thought to herself with a snort.

The comical moment was interrupted by the snapping of a branch, followed by the appearance of a rabid gilly-hog emerging from between the trees. It snarled and snorted as it barreled into their camp, no doubt by accident. With a shriek, Weber dropped what he was doing and sprinted behind his Vorbild protector, still completely nude on the bottom. The porcine beast took an aggressive stance and charged directly at our heroine. She raised her shield and rebuffed the monster with a loud, dull clang of metal. She now started to move her sword in a practiced, spell-casting motion–but a sound behind her broke her concentration.

A somewhat familiar “pit-pit-pit” sound came to her ears as the gilly-hog remained defensive before her. The warrior-cleric looked about, concerned that one of the monster’s tusks had sliced open a bleeding wound without her realizing. Instead, she found the source of the dripping noise to be her adventuring partner and his pathetic appendage.

There stood Weber, frozen in fear and shock, his limbs rigid. He couldn’t take his eyes off the boar-like monster in front of him; all he could utter was a high-pitched panting. The pittering sound was, of course, an unimpeded stream of urine falling between his legs to the dirt below. “Stream” was generous as the urine leaked weakly from his tiny hole and dribbled down over his almost non-existent scrotum. It fell in an unorganized pitter-patter, far more like what a woman would create than a man.

“Oh, my poor baby! Mommy will take care of this awful thing for you!” Cari said as her heart melted at the Prince’s sad display. She turned quickly and addressed her foe again. Sick of waiting, she rushed the beast and quickly sliced its throat with her sword. With a pig-like squeal and a thump, it was over. Cari quickly turned and walked back to her charge, who remained in the same state as moments before.

“I-I-I just..” Prince Weber stuttered, as his tiny urethra sputtered out its final drips. His Vorbild protector put her hand on his shoulders to calm him.

“You were so brave, my little Princeling.” She fibbed as she now crouched before his still, half-nude figure. “You ran behind me just like we trained. I’m so proud of you! Don’t be embarrassed you peed, I’m sure lots of boys get scared–”

“I didn’t pee because of the monster!” Webby said defensively. “I-I was just already going when he got here! It was just a coincidence! I’m not afraid of a stupid pig!” A big smirk came across Cari’s face as she listened to the Prince’s edited version of the events. His blushing face and very retracted penis were just too cute for her to argue with him.

“Okay, my mistake.” She said in a condescending but loving tone. “At least you emptied your nippy before bedtime. We have to share this tent, you know?” The crimson-haired cleric then planted a kiss on his forehead and began to remove her armor. The first day on the road had finally come and gone.

*****

Chapter 5

Cari lifted herself from her camping mattress before the sun’s rays hit her tent, knowing an early start would afford more daylight for travel and questing. She exited the tent and went about her business quietly, to allow her little Princeling a few more minutes of sleep. She found berries and fruits growing all about and gathered them into the bottom of her shirt as she walked a small radius around the campsite.

All about her, she inexplicably took notice of things she usually did not. A long, thick mushroom that grew from the base of a tree, with a perfect round cap at the top. A lengthy, rounded stick on the wood floor, knobby at one end. A large brown caterpillar rhythmically scales a tree’s side, with a pink crest at its front. None of these things were dangers or what she was looking for, but she couldn’t stop seeing them everywhere. As her berry count seemed sufficient, she walked back to the tent in a direct line.

As Robard came into view, she knew she was almost back–but it also provided an epiphany. Her eyes were immediately and feverishly drawn to the long, dangling phallus underneath his huge haunches. The extremely large and vascular organ made all the other long objects that caught her attention flood back to memory. She realized only now that she had been unconsciously and insanely aroused since waking this morning. She was so preoccupied with her duty and matronly instincts that her real needs were obscured to her until she saw the very large visual aid her horse provided. The Vorbild Sister was only attracted to humans, but currently, everything similar to the male organ engrossed her attention.

Lying the berries on a large leaf by the burned-out campfire, she let a cool breeze pass over her. The cool air betrayed a moisture between her legs, causing a small chill of pleasure to work up her back. She had never been so horny that she could become wet just seeing penis-adjacent objects, but she had been without release for a very long time. “I didn’t realize I was so sex-starved.” She thought as one hand played with her hair and the other circled a nipple through her shirt. “I’ve just had no alone time–no time at all, really. Webby needs almost constant care and attention. I haven’t even pleasured myself in weeks, let alone been near a man–sorry, Webby. Going so long, it’s no wonder I’m wet–”

Cari’s internal monologue stopped abruptly at her last thought, as if a bell had gone off. “Oh, I think I still have time!” she said, now looking at the position of the rising sun. She darted quickly and silently into the tent, crawling on her knees. She inspected her reclining royal charge for a moment and exhaled with relief. In a swift motion, she pulled his pajama bottoms down, causing the tiniest little wiggle to his button penis as the waistband shot past it. Her ward was still asleep, so she rolled him onto his side, away from her and toward the dirt ground. She now rested on her haunches and waited.

Approximately a minute later, the waterworks began. Webby’s little pink valve opened, and a dainty sprinkle sparkled out in a very narrow stream. Only the silence of morning would allow one to hear the high-pitched “plip-plip” his release made as a puddle of urine formed on the ground next to him, but not on his camping pad. He piddled on as a warm smile came across his Vorbild escort’s face. “I’m an expert on this nippy now–every morning at the same time, he just opens his baby faucet. I really wish he would wake up first, but not having to wash his linens is almost as good.” She thought.

She sat and watched him finish. It was a long task to move a normal amount of urine through such a small organ. As he tinkled away, she noticed something she had not been cognizant of before. Webby may have been watering the ground, but HER wetness was quickly subsiding with every passing second. His infantile display sucked any sexual tension straight out of her, and she was firmly back in “mommy mode” for lack of a better term. She realized that this had been happening constantly over the past few weeks, leading to her current pent-up state. Every time she would have normally addressed her womanly needs, he did something that made her feel like she was in the nursery. She adored her cute Princeling, but he seemed to be a frustrating impediment to one of her most important needs.

When he finished, she pulled up his bottoms and rolled him on his back again. His pee pee water seeped into the soil, as his figurative cold water continued to seep into Cari. She left the tent and went about breakfast again, now able to focus as the boy had removed any sexual tension for the moment.

He slept for a little longer before they both had breakfast and dressed for their next day of travel. As she folded his little blue pajamas and put them in her stirrup bag, she couldn’t help but be thankful they weren’t soaked with urine. “Nice and dry. No stinky pee pee smell. Isn’t that nice?” She said with a smile to her little companion.

“I don’t do that anymore, Mommy–er, Miss Cari.” He said his face scrunched up, and he blushed a bit. He stood up from his seated position and tried to look heroic with his cloak waving a bit at his back. It was obvious the boy was blissfully unaware of all the doting she had been doing to his pee schedule over the past few weeks. She was originally astounded at what a deep sleeper he really was, as the process back at her Vorbild Refuge was even more involved than here in the woods. She would lift him from bed onto his toilet, hold his little “nippy” down the whole duration of his long tinkles, and then tuck him back in. He did not awaken once, despite all those early mornings she spent doing this for him.

“Hehe–Yes, you’re my big boy.” She said with a giggle, unable to resist picturing him naked as he struck his hands on his hips, heroic pose. The mental image of his tiny “faucet” removed any aura he was trying to exude and again completely removed her sex drive. She continued to titter while she finished packing. Cari found his little moment of bravado so cute, even if his confidence was very misplaced.

The two were soon on the road, again Weber rode in front, encircled by Cari’s toned arms and legs. The land was mostly flat, but hills and dips occurred occasionally, the elevated portions allowing the Vorbild Sister a chance to look ahead. She possessed a great amount of knowledge on the layout of the realm and its many principalities and kingdoms. One who had quested as much as she had over the decade preceding would not get lost–even with a blindfold on.

It was late morning, at the top of one of the smaller hills, that she started to see familiar sights. Structures, tiny in the distance, she knew to be farmhouses. They also indicated that a village was probably not too far off, although still out of view. “It should be the town of Moten that lays about a half a day’s ride ahead of us. I’m sure my pampered Prince’s bottom yearns for an inn’s feather bed after camping.” She whispered to herself.

She rode on, compelling Robard to pick up his pace. She may have told herself that reaching the town was for the Prince’s benefit, but Cari also had an ulterior motive. If there was a town, there had to be men. Maybe one would strike her fancy, if only just to meet her womanly need. Even just a moment of privacy at the inn to take care of herself would be enough. Robard’s rhythmic motion on her womanhood was almost too much for her to bear in her current state, so she sought to distract herself by talking with her charge.

She educated the young Prince on the local economy of the area, its prominent leaders, and even the monsters that inhabited the region. His discomfort with the talk of monsters gave way to a cheerful song and many head kisses as a means to calm him. When she again started to lecture on the surrounding geography and the road ahead, a nasally little whistle seemed to emit from her passenger. Webby had fallen asleep again, and she had lost her only source of distraction from the sensitivity between her legs. She gritted her teeth and tried to bear it.

An hour or so later, another rider appeared on the horizon, moving at an equal speed toward our protagonists. Cari was happy to have something to distract her, but wary of any bandits or assassins on the road. She made sure Weber’s face was obscured by his cloak as they got closer, unsure if his father had any hired men looking to kill him. Her careful nature disappeared when she beheld the man riding toward her.

He was a tall, fit, and dark-haired man, probably about her age or a little older. He had a rugged, unshaven face and flashed her a big smile. The man could have been the world’s foremost contract-killer, but for a split-second, Cari wouldn’t have cared. She pictured only his mounting her from behind, digging his hands into her hips. His long, full member going in and out–with just the slightest bit of wincing pain as it did. Her titties would clap together as he furiously thrusted. In the real world, Cari let out a breathy sigh.

“Hail, Sister! Good day!” The baritone voice said kindly and with deference, even the country folk knowing to respect the Vorbild Sisterhood. Webby stirred slightly at the voice, but did not awaken fully.

“D-deities be with you!” The sweaty cleric managed to stammer out as the man’s voice had torn her from her fantasy. A weary expression was on her face as the man finally rode by. She felt sweat form and fall from her armpits and new moisture between her legs. She shook her head and regained her composure. Still, her charge did not awaken.

Another two hours passed, and one of the previously distant farmhouses was now coming up on the right of the road. The dirt path was elevated above the fields on either side, allowing Cari to see far into the farms and even over some of the still wooded areas, especially atop her massive horse, Robard. Just as she could make out the vague outline of Moten some miles in the distance, the sound of voices made her vigilant.

She craned her head and scoured the countryside when the sound grew a bit louder, and she stopped Robard in his tracks. Down and to her left was a patch of wood that she could see over and into; the source of the discordant sounds was in the center: two young men splashing about in a pond. The scene was not as sinister as she feared, as the duo were simply hollering and laughing as they rough-housed in a natural pool, usually obscured by the surrounding trees. She was about to snap Robard’s reins, but stopped herself.

Her eyes followed from the clothes strewn about on the pond bank and then to the logical conclusion still in the water. The two men moved to the shallow outskirts of the swimming hole and began to wrestle again, now displaying what Cari so yearned to see: their nude forms! They both stood and took defensive stances, their legs wide and their weight shifting from side to side. As she admired their lean, muscular forms that were no doubt a product of work in the fields, she estimated them to be about the same age as her charge. The differences were stark, though.

Both were strapping and imposing, standing tall with dark body hair and rippling musculature. As they balked at one another and moved back and forth, she could not help but notice another large difference. Long, pendulous penises swayed and whipped about between their legs. Despite it still being spring, the no doubt chilly water did not lessen their impressive heft in any way. While the Vorbild Sister may have been spending her days with one the same age as them, he was not “grown” in the sense that they were. Had he been a part of the same scene, she was positive his little nub would be totally invisible from this distance.

From her slightly obscured position, the red-haired beauty watched for minutes as the two male specimens continued to display themselves unknowingly. Without even closing her eyes, her mind was elsewhere–her imagination placed her between the two lads, as naked as they were. She frolicked and splashed with them, her breasts slapping and bouncing up and down, her ample bottom jiggling as she hopped. Soon she was embracing one of the men, holding each other at the waist. She felt his long, girthy member resting between her legs with its heft pushing into her hood. The other came behind, and she felt his equally impressive appendage hang lazily between her chilly buttocks. She was just about to get on her knees when everything flashed back to reality again.

“Boys! Come help with supper!” a female voice called out from the farmhouse on the other side of the road. That was Cari’s cue to get Robard moving again, or she would definitely be caught as a peeping cleric. With a whip of the reins, she was gone before the two young men had dressed, but the arousal remained with her. She shifted on her steed, trying to find a position that did not stimulate her aching womanhood so much, but the effort was wasted. Her heated state was intractable, and it began to show again as visible moisture on the saddle in the low-hanging sun. Soon, all below her was completely drenched, but she hoped she could spare her slumbering passenger.

“Up, up, little Webby.” She said in a hurried tone, desperation in her voice. She did not want her little ward to know of her current weakness, but there was no stopping it as long as she rode on horseback. “You, um, should walk into Moten…It would be better.” She said, still distracted by her arousal.

“Wha…why?” The little Prince said with a yawn. Cari did not even give him a moment to wake up more as she stopped Robard and lifted Weber to the ground. He stumbled for a moment, but stayed on his feet. Almost immediately, he began to pull at the seat of his pants.

“Well, can’t let anyone know you’re a Prince. You should keep your identity hidden. A prince wouldn’t have to walk next to a horse like a peasant, right?” She said, proud of her surprisingly good, split-second lie. Again, the little royal pulled and pulled at the seat of his trousers, trying to look back and see them for himself. No doubt Cari was too late in removing him, and he was thoroughly doused in her womanly juices. She watched for a moment before making another play to control the conversation. “Did you have an accident, sweetie?” She asked with a calculated sweetness.

“No!” Prince Weber shot back defensively. Cari felt bad framing him for incontinence–the one time it wasn’t justified! On the other hand, this was a conversation she did not want to have, nor did she think he had the maturity to understand. The now-experienced caregiver knew he would avoid the subject now, not wanting to be accused again.

The duo made the slow final leg into Moten, both soggy but no worse for wear.

*****

Chapter 6

The town of Moten was in no way the jewel of the realm, nor a frequent “destination.” That is not to say it did not receive a fair share of visitors, but almost all of these travelers were simply passing through. Moten was just a place to rest their head for one night of the journey and was almost never the end point. Inside the lumber-walled city were many inns and taverns, smiths and outfitters, but little else. Culture, art, or great works were unnecessary for a glorified pitstop. Such is the burg that our two heroes walked into during the waning minutes of sunlight.

As Robard plodded onto Moten’s muddy main drag, Cari still rode a top and Weber was walking in toe. Two men in long, grey coats made their way slowly up the road, lighting stationary lanterns as they did. One of the two, an older man with a grey beard, waved lazily and gave the standard “Hail, Sister” greeting to Cari. He averted his gaze before she even responded–totally numb to meeting new travelers after decades of people coming and going. If there was a place for Cari and Weber to stay the night without stirring up interest, this was it.

Before long, Robard was stabled, and our two weary questers were at the threshold of a large wooden structure, three stories in height. A warm light bled out the front windows into the now dim streets. Cari looked up at the hanging wooden sign as the muffled sounds of people talking came to her ears. “The ‘Green Griffin’ sounds as good as any.” She said to her little ward. As they entered, the light, sounds, and fragrances hit them all at once. Many revelers were drinking, eating, and speaking–no doubt equally sick of the road and taking the edge off the day.

“Good eve.” The innkeeper said, still looking at her papers, as disinterested as the torch-man earlier.

“We will need two rooms for the night, innkeeper.” The holy healer said quietly. Despite the general apathy the townspeople of Moten exuded, she was still wary of drawing attention to herself.

“I’m ever so sorry, but I’ve only got a single room left.” The innkeeper said, finally looking up with a fatigued expression. Her eyes widened a bit, and she seemed to startle. “Oh, um–Hail, Sister.” She said with a slight bow, more of a nod really.

“Deities be with you,” Cari said quickly, hoping to get the customary response out of the way without drawing interest. Her Vorbild armor made her stick out, but her holy order afforded deference from the general population and usually very little suspicion, on top of the overall detachment of the Moten people.

“I truly am sorry, Sister.” The innkeeper began before looking at little Weber standing next to the Vorbild. A look of confusion came on her face as she looked at the boy and then the sworn Sister next to him. “I didn’t think Vorbild Sisters were allowed to bear children…” The woman said in a puzzled manner.

“Uh, no no–He’s my, um, ah–nephew!” Cari managed to stutter out, realizing she should have prepared a cover story before. “His parents, my-my Sister, fell ill. I’m just, uh, taking the boy to his grandma–that’s all.” She continued. Webby stared at his protector incredulously. He may have allowed her to treat him like a little kid, but it was not something he wanted everyone to do to him. Being mistaken for a child was annoying enough, but Cari’s playing along frustrated him.

“Well, if he’s just a little bugger that changes things.” The buxom innkeeper started, “I’ll ask a guest to change rooms. You see, I have a room occupied right now with an attached nursery and–”

“Nursery! I don’t need–” Weber began to say indignantly.

“Shush, Sweetie. Adults are talking.” Cari snapped quickly. She did not want an outburst to draw attention, and wanted so badly some privacy from her little charge so she could relieve her pent-up sexual frustration.

“Well, it has its own door and everything. It’s basically two rooms!” The innkeeper started again. “And don’t worry, it’s got a kid’s cot for big boys like you, little master!” She cooed at Webby, his arms now crossed.

“Does it have a lining to the mattress for you know…” Cari said in a loud whisper, pointing at a glass of water on the desk. The innkeeper took a moment, but then completely understood the Vorbild Sister’s meaning. Webby looked on in horror.

“I don’t do that anymore, Miss Cari!” He yelped in a high-pitched squeal before crossing his arms and looking away in shame. Cari put her hand on the boy’s head and shushed him soothingly. She then locked eyes with the innkeeper again while nodding and mouthing, “Yes, he does.”

“Well, it is lined–er, how old is little master?” The innkeeper said, leaning over to look at the Prince, her cleavage becoming more visible.

“I’m twenty-two–” Webby said in a quick, bratty voice.

“Oh, stop fibbing!” Cari snapped back immediately, smacking the boy on the bottom. She couldn’t let him ruin her ruse. She was so close to getting some privacy! Plus, posing as a child would throw anyone off his scent as the Prince. “He’s just a little mischief maker. He’s only, uh, nine.”

“Oh, okay. That sounds more like it. Although…” The woman drew in close to Cari and whispered, “Nine is still too old to be piddling with the sheets. Heh, and IMAGINE if he was twenty-two and STILL wetting the bed!” Her whisper was purely performative as Weber and anyone who cared would have heard. Cari and the woman giggled while the Prince just stood with a grumpy look of shame on his face.

After close to an hour, Webby and Cari were finally in their suite. The lodging was as described, with a nursery connected with a locking door. After being situated, they descended again into the inn’s tavern and broke bread. Cari drank deeply of her ale while surveying the room of men for the evening. Weber simply sat at the table and sulked, still humiliated by the exchange from before. As he pushed some peas across his plate like a bored child, he suddenly heard a soft, angelic voice come to his ear.

“Hail, my sworn sister.” A woman in almost identical armor to Cari’s said as she stood at the table of the two. The brunette was more petite than the Prince’s protector, standing at approximately 5’7″ and being of a slighter build in general. Even with armor on, it was obvious her bosom was far less abundant than Cari’s. It was also obvious that she was at least 10 years younger, being only in her early twenties.

“Hail,” Cari said, her brow furrowed in slight annoyance. Not only was the girl interrupting her search for a suitable partner, but the meeting of two Vorbild was sure to draw some attention. To the untrained eye, the girl seemed the same sort as our Prince’s caretaker. However, her armor betrayed that she was still in the midst of completing her Sisterhood Trials. Neophytes like this were sent far and wide to heal and protect wherever they could.

“You are Sister Cari, are you not?! I have read of your many deeds and quests! The Siege of Salzine is basically required reading now in the Citadel of the Sisterhood! I knew it was you from your beautiful red hair and tall–” The brown-haired girl trailed off from her gushing as her eyes caught Cari’s companion, who had yet to look up from his plate. “W-Webby? Er I mean m-m-my Lord?” She sputtered out, causing great shock for our two heroes. Cari immediately rose and put a hand to the smaller cleric’s mouth.

“A-Alice?” Webby said, knowing the individual the second he laid eyes on her.

“Hush, both of you.” Cari snapped as she pulled the young Alice away to another part of the tavern while motioning for the Prince to remain put. “How do you know him?” She asked the girl, now towering over her.

“I-I grew up in the royal court of Norfen,” Alice said, now quiet but still obviously excited. “Oh! But I am not high-born; my mother was the royal nursemaid. She cared for Webby and, now, I suppose, his brother, according to her letters.”

“You are awfully informal, referring to him as Webby…” Cari said suspiciously as she tried to take in this new wrinkle to her evening.

“Oh, well, he and I were born within a fortnight of each other. My mother raised him and me together practically. Why, we even took baths together most nights when we were very little…” Alice said, her cheeks blushing a bright red at her last admission. It was obvious to Cari that she seemed to have a girlish crush on her charge, completely unable to take her eyes off of him from across the room. “But I’m sorry, I know things have changed…”

“Heh, not as much as you’d think–er never mind.” Cari’s tongue slipped before she caught herself. The idea of her and the little Prince in the bath together all those years ago–she probably wouldn’t believe how little had changed. The royal still needed much of the same care as a baby: someone to feed him, care for him, and clean up his leaky peepee. Cari supposed his tiny penis would probably look the same to Alice, who saw it when he was a baby. Cari shook her head and got back on track.

“Look, I am protecting him on his ‘Journey of Mettle.’ His identity must remain a secret. It’s very complicated…” The red-haired woman said before relating the entire tale to her young comrade. Soon, Alice was regaled with the plot against Weber by his father so that his younger brother could be the heir to the throne. The only way to ensure his safety was to get him through his quest and back home to the capital. The King wouldn’t dare kill him once he returned to Norfen triumphantly–it would be far too suspicious.

“Why would the King want his own son out of the line of succession?” Alice asked, tilting her head in confusion–a brown ponytail wiggled from behind as she moved.

“It’s his well–The Prince has a little…” Cari began to say, her gaze now on Weber sitting far across the room. The story made little sense without the huge or tiny detail. That, of course, being that Alice’s childhood friend had a nipple-sized penis and possibly non-existent balls. It would definitely be easier just to say that the Prince was likely incapable of furthering his line–but that would not be kind. Cari couldn’t bring herself to divulge her little one’s secret, especially to a young woman his age. “He…just thinks Otto is better suited.”

“Oh, my poor Webby!” Alice said in a hushed outburst. There was now no doubt that she still had great affection for the boy.

“Wait, wait. He doesn’t know. I came upon the plot against him, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that his father wants him dead. That’s why I’m with him–as protection.” Cari said solemnly, clasping Alice’s petite hands. They stood in silence for many moments before anyone spoke.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Alice said, her eyes watering ever so slightly. Her face returned to normal with a small smile as she addressed Cari again. “I will watch my tongue from now on. I was just so distracted by seeing him again. I really didn’t get to do a proper introduction. It must be fate that we meet here, or good luck rather!”

“Oh?” Cari said, slightly puzzled.

“I have been roaming the realms completing merits for my Sisterhood Trials. I know our primary duty is to heal, but we must also protect. I have so little combat experience that when I heard you had become a warden of a Vorbild Refuge–I just had to seek you out!” Alice gushed, again in awe of her hero. “If I had stayed at another inn and missed you…Well, I guess I wouldn’t have found you at the Refuge. It is fated! Please teach me everything!”

“Well, I have this quest first…” Cari said, shrugging and looking to the Prince, now snoozing at the table with his hood over his face.

“It’s perfect! I’m sure we’ll get into some scraps along the way! I pledge myself to you and Webby!” The young Vorbild said enthusiastically. Before Cari had any time to think about this new pupil, a loud clang and a scream rang through the tavern.

“Ahh, my leg!” A dark-haired man bellowed before falling to the ground as blood gushed from his thigh. It seems some drunkard reenacting a story swung a real sword and had slashed this innocent man rather deeply. He clutched at the wound as waves of red issued from it.

“Well, here we go. Our first duty is to heal, right little Sister?” Cari said with a smirk as they both rushed over to the wounded man. Like the trained medical professionals that they were, Cari and Alice immediately applied pressure to the wound. They helped get the man to Cari’s bed. As he lay, becoming woozy from the injury, Alice ran back from her room with her healing tools. The Prince looked on in wonderment, useless as usually. “Good, sir, try and stay with us.” Cari said in a professional, but also commanding tone.”

“Gerald, is my name, Sister…” He said in a kind voice. Despite his precarious position, the man had a warm affect about him. Cari was immediately charmed by his calm demeanor.

“Gerald, forgive me, but I must get a better look at your–” Cari said as she simply tore the trousers off the burly man of Moten with her own two hands. Into her vision came the source of his agony, but then something else immediately obscured it. A long, fleshy appendage was also freed from its fabric prison and flopped right over the spot in question. Both women knelt next to the wounded man and stared at the enormous male organ for a moment in awe. “–Dick,” Cari said, finishing her last sentence, causing Alice to giggle.

“Uuuuh?” Gerald managed to grunt.

“I mean, NICK! Th-the cut is very large–n-not the other…well that too.” Cari blurted out, flustered, uttering the last part only under her breath. “Um, okay, Alice, watch me suture. This is a good lesson.” The red-haired woman said, trying to compose herself again. As she started to show technique and tricks of the trade, she was interrupted incessantly by the man’s long appendage getting in the way of her stitching area. It seemed that with any slight movement, it would flop right onto the wound.

“Do all men present this issue, Sister Cari?” Alice asked innocently, paying more attention to the man’s cock than to what she was supposed to be learning. Webby sat in horror as this unfolded, or unfurled. At first, the wound shocked him, but the man’s anatomy seemed to shake him to his very core. He may have had his inadequacies shown to him in diagrams and drawings over the past weeks, but this was his first look at the actual thing: a real man’s cock.

It hung, shook, swayed, and flopped as the situation suited it. As he looked at the impressive member on display, Webby couldn’t help but feel hyper aware of the same area between his own legs. He glanced down to his groin area and over to the man’s and realized the absolute emptiness of his own physique. It wasn’t just a case of having a smaller “one”-Webby felt as though he just didn’t have “one” at all, compared to what he saw. He pushed his knees together as he sat, as if that would lessen his shame.

“You’ll have to hold it away from where I’m working, Alice,” Cari said as she put her needle down and handed the flaccid member to the young brunette. Alice’s hands descended slightly as the long, girthy penis landed in her hands, palms facing up. She exhaled slightly.

“It’s heavy. Wow.” The petite brunette said, instinctively biting her lower lip as she undertook her new task. “I’ve never had a grown, male patient before. I–”

“What? Did you think they never grew? Just stayed little pee pees forever?” Cari said cheekily as she sutured. She realized that not only had she been sex-starved over the past weeks, but she had been without any sort of adult stimulation as well. Weber was babyish between his legs, but also very immature between his ears. She just couldn’t have an adult conversation with him the way she was speaking to Alice. The “girl-talk” felt good.

“Hahaha, of course not. I just–I’m impressed. Oh my, imagine if men DID stay with their baby doodles forever, hehehe!” Alice now openly giggled, the large, floppy cock moving with her laughs. “That wouldn’t be fun for anyone!” The younger Vorbild guffawed but suddenly remembered that it wasn’t just the two ladies present and looked about the room. Gerald had fainted from his injury, but Webby was staring directly at the two as they gabbed. Alice merely winked at him and went back to watching Cari suture.

Weber sat in a cold sweat as images of times gone by flashed through his mind. He and Alice had been very close as children and spent a great deal of time together before their paths diverged. They used to do everything together: sleep, eat, play… even bathe. He shivered at the idea of her picturing specifically his “baby doodle” when she laughed before–but he became full-on panicked at her possibly finding out it never grew at all. His neurotic worrying was interrupted by his original protector issuing orders.

“Alright, I’ll change positions, and you can show me you can cast a panacea and rejuvenation spell to make our patient feel better while I finish.” Alice stood and raised only one hand as she began to move it in a rote motion, but Cari stopped her. “Little Sister, you don’t need a staff for this spell.” The red-haired beauty said with a smirk. Alice looked down and realized she still had one of her hands firmly grasping Gerald’s sizable manhood. She blushed and released it to again flop between his legs, even making a sound. She now did her hand motion and incantation as a white light swirled about the burly man. He woke up almost immediately, but the pained expression on his face from before was gone. He simply looked up at his two saviors and smiled.

“Hail, Sisters.” He said with a charming smile. With the danger passed, Cari was able to appreciate his form better. It wasn’t just the area between his legs that was impressive–he was well-proportioned throughout and actually quite handsome. His eyes seemed to appreciate the red-haired Vorbild as well. “I thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving my life. Your powers are truly worthy of your reputation. I feel as though I could get up a go already.” Gerald said.

“You mustn’t move, my good Gerald. I’m at a very critical point in mending your vasculature. We’ll be done in another half hour or so.” Cari said, still very much in charge but affectionate.

“I, um, don’t know what to say…You see, I have had quite a few ales and I would really like to relieve myself. I feel perfectly fine already. Maybe we could take a break.” The hunky man said sheepishly, not wanting to be inappropriate in front of the two women. His politeness was rather comical as he sat with a large phallus hanging out for all to see.

“Absolutely not! This needs to be done correctly the first time. Alice, grab that vase there.” Cari said again, trying to sound professional, but very amused by the charming man’s position. Alice did as she was told.

“Okay, now what?” Alice asked, her naivete showing through. Cari gave a slightly perturbed look and motioned at the behemoth between the man’s legs.

“Hang his organ in the vessel so he can go.” She said, motioning between his legs with her head. Alice did as she was told and took hold of the massive member with one hand, slinging it lazily into the glass container. In a moment, he released and quickly filled it, with a thunderous, forceful splashing. Weber watched every step, this process being beyond his comprehension and quite foreign to one with his anatomy.

“You men have it so easy! Just plop your dicks wherever and take a piss! I’m jealous, Webby!” Alice said uproariously to the Prince, enamored with the ease of the whole thing. “I’m used to helping women and children–it’s a whole mess when they have to go to bed. You’re so lucky!” Alice now stared directly at the area between the Prince’s legs with a big, goofy smile on her face. Weber had his legs pushed together as much as possible, well aware he was completely incapable of doing what he had just seen. He chuckled slightly, not wanting Alice to know his true inadequacies.

“That’s enough, Sister Alice,” Cari said in a light admonishing tone. Webby was thankful for her comments to end, as he sat still, squirming at how far he fell short of Alice’s new fascination.

In another twenty minutes, Cari’s work was done, but her labor was not yet over. She found herself fighting an intense heat that consumed her body. As she placed all her last stitches, piercing the man’s flesh with sutures, she just pictured his massive member plunging into her. With the last strand pulled, she shot up from her crouched position and turned to her younger companions with a wild look in her eye.

“He needs more treatment, but we’re done for today, Alice.” She said hurriedly, not waiting for a response. “We can speak in the morning. Webby, go empty your nippy and get in bed!”

“Nippy?” Alice giggled to herself, a bit puzzled. The brunette was surprised her idol was ordering royalty around like a child, but it was also quite amusing. Cari looked embarrassed for a moment, using the babyish name for the Prince’s penis in front of his crush, but she couldn’t dwell on it; her needs were too great.

“Miss Cari!” Weber whined, annoyed at being spoken to like a child with Alice around. He hoped and prayed “nippy” wouldn’t tip her off to how embarrassingly small his little penis was.

“I will drop your pants and spank you in front of Sister Alice. Do you want that?” Cari said with a fire in her eyes. The Prince could not tell how serious Cari was. Still, he couldn’t risk her dropping his pants in front of Alice–especially with such a healthy example of a man’s penis in the same room. Weber immediately scurried for the attached nursery door and shut it behind him. Alice, while still very amused by Cari’s commanding mothering, knew this was her time to leave as well.

*****

Chapter 7

A pouty Weber trudged around his nursery, preparing for bed and still quite steamed at the way he was scolded in front of Alice. He donned his childish pajamas and remembered Cari’s last order for him to relieve himself before bed.

“I’m a big boy–er, man! I don’t need someone telling me when to pee. And I’ll empty my nippy–er cock my way.” He muttered to himself as he walked to the diminutive nursery commode. In a truly unimpressive act of defiance, the Prince dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor. He stood before the toilet–not sitting as he had been doing at Cari’s behest. He closed his eyes and released, and what followed was the familiar warm feeling of urine leaving his little tip. With his eyes closed, he envisioned himself standing before the toilet, but as an altered version of himself. He was tall, with broad shoulders and muscular limbs. Off his front was a penis that actually hung, rather than poking straight out. Out of the dangling imaginary appendage, his piss fell into the bowl in a loud stream. He envisioned Alice walking in on this scene and being enraptured by this version of his anatomy — as she was by Gerald’s. A short-lived smile came across his face before reality set in.

Rather than a full, low trill echoing out of the toilet in his fantasy, his ears started to hear disparate and uneven sounds–all diminutive little tinklings. A few high-pitched droplet sounds, but many other, more dull ones. Not only sound, but sensation seemed to be clawing him back to reality as well. He felt moisture drop to his shins, toes, and even the occasional spits to his thighs. The spraying was too much to ignore as he opened his eyes and returned to the real situation.

Instead of the proud, hanging manhood he imagined, the Prince’s pathetic little nub was making a predictable mess as it emptied his bladder in almost all directions. Every few moments, it maintained a stream that shot straight out from his pubis to its target, but more often than not, it went outside the bowl to all sides and splattered his own legs and feet. The little royal’s poor bladder control made it impossible for him to stop, so he did his best to course correct for his baby-sized conduit. He waddled with pants at his ankles and swung his hips about to best land on target–achieving very little except looking ridiculous. When he finally dribbled his last drops, he looked about at the fallout.

It was clear that more probably ended up outside the bowl than in, and his pajama bottoms were completely soaked. As he removed the wet garments from his ankles, a clanging coming from the next room interrupted his feelings of shame. He sprang over to the threshold, still bottomless and dripping, and cracked the door only slightly.

Gerald lay smiling and staring at the beautiful Cari as she unclasped and let her armor pieces drop with ringing clangs. Down to only blue linens, she threw them off with such ferocity that her bottom and breasts jiggled wildly. In a moment, she pounced on her prey and took his girthy cock in her mouth; a look of ecstasy came over the man. She sucked and licked, every time it exited her lips, she made a loud “pop” sound.

Weber was completely oblivious that penises could receive this kind of treatment. As her lips seemed to slide and ride Gerald’s shaft, he looked down at his own equipment poking out ineffectually. If a woman ever wanted to do that to him, it would be physically impossible. The Prince ultimately concluded that a few gentle kisses to his pink head would be the best strategy–and despite it being an admission of his own shortcomings, it was very arousing to him. With the thought of this, his little nippy became a “pokey” (as he liked to call it).

This lasted for only a minute or two before Cari could no longer resist the main event. She climbed up on the hairy, burly man and lowered her hips very gently onto his throbbing member. Weber watched as ever more of the other man’s rigid member entered his new mommy’s glistening slit. Her initial acceptance of Gerald’s appendage was slow and almost calculated, the work of an experienced lover. As more and more seemed to enter the redhead, Weber understood the sheer scope of the thing he would never be able to fill. He placed his two fingers around his now dripping nub and bucked his hips, trying to approximate what he was seeing at a much smaller scale.

The show went on for many minutes before he saw his Vorbild protector’s eyes roll back into her head as she whimpered in ecstasy. Whatever scant cum Weber could make came almost immediately after he started touching himself, so his spectating had been out of curiosity for the remainder. When Cari finally dismounted, her pussy was almost gushing with Gerald’s white semen, and a burning red color permeated the whole area. She collapsed next to him, breathing hard and satisfied.

“Do you treat all your male patients this way?” The burly man asked her with a huge grin on his face, still catching his breath. She rolled on her side and clutched his broad torso, placing her head on his hairy chest.

“No, no, definitely not all…Definitely not the little boys–or the ones who are built like little boys.” She said with a smirk, wiggling her dainty pinky in front of Gerald’s eyes.

“I thought you Sisters were supposed to heal anyone who needs it?” Her lover asked in jest between hearty chuckles. Cari grabbed his big, limp cock and made it sway.

“Every patient is different and requires their own treatment.” She said in a faux-professional voice, now dropping his arms and crossing her arms. Her façade soon faded as giggles left her mouth, “Little peepees don’t go in here, they go in diapers!” She laughed as she pointed to her womanhood. Webby, who was still watching intently, covered his penis in shame. His protector had no idea he was listening, but the comment cut him.

“Heh, it’s not a guy’s fault if he’s small,” Gerald said again between light chuckles as he stroked the woman’s lustrous red hair. They both laughed, causing Cari’s full breasts to jiggle about in circles.

“Mr. Big-cock, you wouldn’t understand what I was dealing with before this! It was like this!” She said, grasping at one of her perfect, pink nipples a top of a perky breast. She pinched and pulled it about, making a little “pew, pew” sound effect between snorts.

“What was?” Gerald said, confused, unable to fathom a member unlike his massive log. The idea seemed impossible to him despite the context of the conversation.

“The boy whom I’m taking care of! His little dinky is this big!” She tittered, her face shifting between amusement and sympathy, as she continued to hold one of her nipples. Gerald pinched Cari’s other nipple with his thick fingers and tried to manipulate it. Weber’s face blushed crimson as he knew exactly whose penis his guardian was talking about.

“H-how does he have…W-well, I don’t think I could even take a piss with this.” The man said in shock, still pinching his lover. He grabbed his man-sized genitals with his other hand–as if waking himself from the nightmare Cari was describing.

“Oooh, Gerald, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but–” Cari said, biting her lip with a giggle, “You hit the itty-bitty nail on the head! He can’t aim such a little thing at all. I make him sit to piss–well, what he does is not pissing. It’s tinkling when it’s that teenie of a weenie.” Despite the merriment going on in the bedroom, just through the doorway, tears were forming in the Prince’s eyes. Unaware of the spy, she then grabbed her lover’s penis again and began to move it from one side to another.

“Eh?” The burly man grunted, amused at whatever Cari was getting at with her swinging.

“See how I can just lift and place your big fella here where it needs to be, ‘plop’? When he was unconscious, I couldn’t even aim it into a urinal when he had to pee, let alone hang it. His sticks out like a skinny button.” Even her voice changed when she talked about the two penises. It was low and plodding with Gerald’s and high and babyish with Weber’s. “I had to put him in diapers like a baby,” Cari said, her eyes now becoming doleful while describing the Webers’ small problem. Much like the sex they just had, this venting session was another form of relief from all the work she had to do for her charge recently. At the same time, it was obvious she would only be talking in such depth because she cared very deeply for the Prince with a tiny penis.

“Well, that’s the thing, he still wets the bed every night, but I don’t have the heart to tell him…” Cari continued speaking to Gerald, but his input was unnecessary for her to keep talking. “He goes at the same time–every time. So I just get up and take care of it for him…one way or another.” The hidden Prince’s face looked shocked at this admission, as he had been rather proud of himself for waking up dry recently. Not only was he full of shame, but now a great sense of guilt came as he realized how much she had been doing for him.

“The boy I saw you send to bed? Are you sure he’s not actually just a little boy or something like that? Maybe just tall or–” Gerald asked before being interrupted by a now visibly emotional Cari.

“No, no. His age is documented. He’s twenty-two years old, and I just can’t think of him that way at all. To me, he’s my good little baby–how could he be anything else with such a tiny, little nippy?” Cari said with much less bounce in her voice.

“Nippy?” Gerald asked, puzzled as ever at the strange situation she described.

“Well, that’s what I call it because it looks like my–well, see?” She pinched her nipple again and made a cute kissy sound. The big, burly man nodded immediately and put his head back again. He pulled her close to him and planted a warm kiss on her cheek. “I don’t know what to do with him,” Cari said.

“You’re a good one for caring so much about his well-being,” Gerald said and squeezed the statuesque woman. The two would probably go on to speak, but Weber had heard enough. He turned away from the door, his movement causing a small creak on the floorboard. The veteran Vorbild shot a glance at the door, but did not rise. The immediate thought that he may have heard the whole thing dawned on her, but there was nothing to be done now.

The downtrodden and still bottomless Prince stood in his dark nursery, absolutely tortured by his thoughts. Even just staring at the floor in melancholy brought no relief; it only brought his tiny shame into view. His pale groin and tiny pink penis head poking out like a sick joke, especially compared to what he had just seen. As he tried to look away, another embarrassment came into view as his pee puddles remained about his toilet. Tears streamed down his face. Not only could his little penis never do the acts he had just witnessed, he couldn’t even pee like a boy–let alone a man!

“And what about Alice?” he thought to himself in a panic. He had such a crush on her when they were younger, and now her sudden appearance only made it greater. “At least Cari is like a mommy to me–what could Alice do but just laugh and lose all respect for me?” The Prince hung his head low and resigned himself to what he now knew women would think of him. He grabbed a new diaper from the many nursery supplies and donned it sadly. Soon he was in bed and worried himself to sleep. Thoughts about his secret getting out to women less kind than his new mommy swam about his head.

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