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Chapter 8

Before chirping birds or peaks of sunlight reached Moten, Cari awoke and sat up on her mattress. She stretched and yawned quietly, hoping not to awaken her bedmate. Gerald, the burly man of Moten, lay on his back still very much asleep and snoring softly. Her room at the inn was far more drafty than the one at the refuge, the cool air making its presence known. The chill was obvious as she quickly sported two very erect, pink nipples on her weighty, uncovered breasts. The poking points felt so firm in her hand as she tried to warm herself up, but it was obvious she would have to get dressed. Before rising, she took one last look at a sight that seemed too rare to her with her current duties.

Very gently, she lifted the sheet off of last night’s lover and beheld his lower half again. As before, his long phallus lay lazily hanging between his legs and on the mattress. The mighty head of his organ seemed to have a particular weight as it pinned down the sheet beneath it. As the cold air began to circulate his nether region, his member seemed to change shape slightly — rather than any real shrinkage, it just seemed to consolidate and appear more dense. Cari wished to pet the sleeping serpent, but knew it would only cause a new distraction from her duties.

In a moment, she was on her feet and pulling a linen shirt over her head, but her nose crinkled as she caught a whiff of her underarms. The slightly foul stench gave her enough pause to stop and look down over her nude form in the still dark room. Even in the dim light, she could plainly see the caked semen still sitting in her pubic pelt. As she dealt with the byproduct of lovemaking, her mind wandered to her Vorbild oaths. Sworn sisters were not celibate, but they must not create any lasting attachments–their betrothed were the healing deities. As she flicked away the last of the flakes in her short hair, so too did she try to remove any lingering feelings for the gifted Gerald.

After remembering her promises and making a new one to have a shower at her next stop, she stole quietly into Webby’s nursery. It was just about that time when the Prince would open his tiny spout, and the Cleric did not wish to leave another set of soiled sheets for the innkeeper. Instead of finding her little ward asleep in his bed, his wrinkled sheets were empty! His protector squinted and looked about the room in a panic, awful worries now swirling about her head. In a few moments that felt far too long, she made out the familiar floppy-haired silhouette of her little royal to the side of the room.

“Oh, Webby, you scared me…” Cari said softly as she walked closer to his position. The Prince remained motionless, sitting upright on something. While it might have seemed the boy was sitting off in the corner for dramatic effect, the reality soon came whistling out from his button nose.

“Snnnnaaaaarrrr…Ssssssss” was the only sound uttered by Webby, although it was not a conscious noise. A low, wheezy snore escaped his nose as the boy slept upright in some sort of chair. Cari quickly lit a candle to see what the 22-year-old in her charge had been up to, the fluttering in her heart changing from concern to an overwhelming, heart-melting adoration.

There sat her little Weber, his chin almost down to his chest and reclining slightly in his chair–but it wasn’t a chair at all but rather the room’s toilet. His arms hung at his side, and his legs were splayed wide as he sat. He wore his normal, cute pajama top, and a diaper was resting on the floor in front of him at his ankles. His tiny button-penis sat fully exposed on his pubis, as usual, not hanging in the toilet bowl, but pointing straight ahead. Despite his hairless groin reflecting the candlelight in the otherwise dark room, his narrow little growth did not cast a shadow of any note.

Cari stood completely enraptured by how cute the young man was in that pose and how adorable his little endeavor was. It was obvious to her that the little Prince was doing everything in his power not to piddle his bed again, and his initiative made her feel like a proud mommy. A small token of effort, no matter how itty-bitty, gave the Vorbild Sister some hope that the work she was putting in was actually paying off. She stood for a few more moments, enveloped in motherly love, with the sleepy young man before his morning routine brought her back to reality.

The flickering candlelight began to dance and sparkle about an extremely thin arc of liquid that began to spout from between Weber’s skinny legs. Tiny and unimpressive as it was, it still flew over the toilet seat and onto the diaper at the royal’s feet. The all too familiar display only went on for a second or two before Cari took her pinky and poked at the minuscule spigot it was erupting from–pushing it down. The dainty sound of the Prince’s trickle soon echoed out of the bowl below him. Cari put the candle down on a side table as she continued to aim for him, now overcome with a warm feeling in her chest.

“-Mwhah- I’m so proud of my little Princeling. You did such a good job!” She said between kisses to his cheek and forehead, the volume of her voice now above a whisper. “Empty that nippy in the potty like a big boy -mwhah-” She said, still landing loving pecks on his face. The talk and the kisses caused Weber to awaken, but not violently so. He merely grumbled and looked down at the sight of Cari’s dainty pinky directing his nippel-schwanz down, her finger far outsizing his tiny penis.

“I-I almost did it–” The Prince said with a tired sigh, now looking at the beaming face of his caretaker. Cari said nothing at first, just rubbing his back and smiling a huge grin of pride. As he dribbled his last drops, his proud mommy gave him a big squeeze about the shoulders. She then scooped the boy up in her arms and carried him back to bed, planting more kisses as they walked. His lower half remained bare, the diaper still on the floor by the commode.

“You did sooooo good, my widdle Webby!” Cari said as she plopped her ward back on his mattress. “I’m so proud of you!” she said with a warm enthusiasm. As the sleepy boy lay back in bed, his cleric-mommy quickly got to work cleaning the Prince’s tiny equipment. Weber stared as she very carefully pinched the tiny pink head of his penis and shifted it around with her loving wipes. Visions of how she handled Gerald’s much, much larger penis the night before came to his mind, but there was absolutely no similarity. He remembered how she used her whole hand to grasp the man’s member, her slim fingers not reaching all the way around. A true weight could be seen when she manipulated Gerald, whereas it was obvious now her main concern with Webby was not losing her tenuous hold on his elusive boyhood.

“I wanted to do it myself,” Weber said with quite a huff, now more awake and reoriented to his feelings from last night. He folded his arms and frowned as Cari continued to clean his undescended scrotum.

“Oh, my silly little boy. Don’t you see what a good start this morning was? You made sure to be on the potty. It’s just that your little nippy woke up before you did, that’s all!” Cari said with a little giggle, trying to give the Prince’s severely retracted genitals a shake as she finished talking. His little penis had absolutely no give, so she only succeeded in making her little ward squeak with the sudden motion.

“…You didn’t call Gerald a ‘little boy.'” Weber muttered under his breath, his feelings of total emasculation having returned from the night before. The room went silent as the red-haired beauty deciphered the Prince’s statement and began to shift her gaze between his face and the very unimpressive organ between his spread legs. It was obvious to the woman that the little royal had probably been watching her the entire time she had her “session” with the burly Gerald and his monster phallus. “You just think I’m a baby!” Weber said with a cracked voice before Cari could respond. He now sat upright, his arms supporting him on the bed, his body shaking.

“Uh…I…” She tried to choke out, a flurry of emotions swirling about her head. She wished she could rebut what the boy was saying, but there was no doubt that he was not a man in her eyes as she stared at his underdeveloped loins; beads of sweat formed on her brow. The truth was, if any other 22-year-old were peeping on her during a sexual episode, she would have strung them up herself for their perversion. In the case of the little Prince, it was just a naughty boy out of bed later than he should be. There was just nothing sinister or threatening about the nipple-sized appendage or the delicate boy attached to it.

“I was your patient first…did you think about me like…the way…like him…at all?” The sniffing young royal asked, his big, tearful eyes piercing into the Vorbild Sister’s soul momentarily. She let out a long sigh as the weighty question hung in the air and the room.

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Cari’s Pov:

What should I even say? When I first saw Webby naked, I thought he was underdeveloped–for a six-year-old! Of course, I didn’t have any sexual feelings for him! As far as I’m concerned, he doesn’t even have a sex organ. That little thing is squarely and only in the urinary system–and it’s not even very good at that! Oh, there has to be something I can say that takes the focus off his baby pee pee.

Narrative:

“Well, you–er, you’re so much smaller–Uh, I mean littler–no, no, just young…” The usually composed cleric stuttered out as she continued to stare at the unformed manhood before her. Every time she changed course, Webby winced at her choice of words. “I-I mean to say that I’m much older than you–th-that’s all! I’m 35 years old! It had nothing to do with your little nippy–er size or anything.” She said with a pained smile, hoping her clumsy excuse would assuage her ward for the time being. Moments passed like hours to her as the Prince thought about her response, his brow furrowed in contemplation. During the fretful silence, Cari kicked herself internally for speaking so freely with her lover about Weber’s inadequacies.

“Oh, okay…I guess you are old…” Webby said innocently as he rubbed his hairless chin. Normally, Cari would have corrected the crass comment, but anything was better than remaining on a hopeless topic like Weber’s infantile genitals. Again, the Vorbild’s only saving grace was how naïve and doltish the sheltered Prince was. She rose to her feet, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible.

“Don’t forget what a good job you did this morning, sweetie!” She said to clear the air. “I’m sure you’ll wake up before your little tinkler one day so you can aim it,” Cari said cheerfully, again fully in mommy-mode. The young man, much calmer, now sat at the edge of his childish mattress, his legs dangling over the side. As he sat, his small pink penis and equally diminutive urethra faced straight out from his groin, a bit more retracted than their usual state. No testicles hung down; his scrotum was completely untouched by the sheets. He stared at the toilet across the room.

“Why are toilets built like that?” He said with a light exasperation, his focus now shifted to his attempt to pee this morning. He then placed a flat hand approximately 6 inches in front of his little phallus, which greatly resembled a second belly button, as shown here. “There should be a thing-er…guard in front of the bowl to prevent splashing or missing. Don’t you think?” He asked innocently of his Vorbild guardian, his hand still miming a divider.

“Heh, well that’s just a po–” Cari started to say as she began to gather the Prince’s belongings from the room. It was obvious to her that the Prince was just describing a child’s potty — small commodes for babies and toddlers. They had raised areas at the front of the seats to block errant streams from very short doodles, but they were for little children–certainly not 22-year-old boys. “But when the 22-year-olds have the winky of a baby, maybe it is for them.” She thought to herself with a snicker.

“Wha-what, Mommy Cari?” He asked about her unfinished sentence as he lowered his hand, revealing his second, lower belly button again. The red-haired beauty stole another glance at his genitals that definitely befit a potty and swallowed a guffaw. She had just dodged his accusations of being thought of as a baby–best not to mention he really needed a potty.

“I-I was saying: Th-that’s just a p-particularly good idea. My smart little Princeling.” She managed to fib while stifling a giggle. “I should get dressed and find Alice–” She started to say before being interrupted again by her ward.

“Oh, yeah, Alice! I had a question about that too!” Webby said with a pinch of excitement in his voice. Cari cursed under her breath at this new query, knowing she was probably stepping into another quagmire. Cari again stopped what she was doing and crouched before her charge, one hand on each of his nude thighs. She glanced again at the barely visible pink button between his legs before looking into his eyes again.

“What is it, my sweet?” She said with a warm, yet slightly pained, smile. Weber was proving to try her patience this morning.

“W-well, we’re about the same age–Alice and I. D-do you think she likes m-me?” The boy said, his cheeks flushed again. Cari’s face softened even more than before as a wave of affection and pity went straight to her chest. How anyone couldn’t just love and adore the cute boy in front of her was beyond comprehension, but she knew that was not what he meant. She put her head down as if thinking, but actually inspecting his tiny nozzle once more. She tried to pretend she was a young 20-something faced with a penis this size, but only visions of the nursery came to mind. How could anyone, even the naïve Alice, see someone as a man with this unfortunate anatomy? The girl knew him as a baby — the area between his legs had to look the same to her, or possibly smaller on a larger body. She’d probably be more likely than anyone to think of him as still a child.

“U-uuh…Sweetie…” Cari started to say, hoping to find the words to escape the question. Her eyes darted about in a panic, looking for something to say, before she finally saw it: His royal bracelet! Noble people like him had to stay within their class–or so they said about some hogwash about keeping the bloodlines pure. Even if his little pee pee is just barely there–it was the little pee pee of a future King. Cari composed herself and looked up at her charge while wagging a finger in faux admonishment.

“My Princeling, you mustn’t think of silly things like your childhood friend–you are the Prince of Norfen. You have to marry someone your equal. Your great stature–” Cari had begun to say the last part as she again looked down at Webby’s minuscule genitals and realized her wording was very inappropriate to what she saw. “Er–not ‘great’ that is to say–well another royal person. A-aren’t you betrothed to some Princess in Carasa? I remember a decree from many years ago, right?” She asked, now genuinely curious about the details of her excuse.

“O-oh, well, yeah. They arranged my marriage to Princess Sophia of Carasa before I could even read. I haven’t met her…” Weber said with a slight bit of disappointment. Cari smiled as she navigated the topic without hurting the boy’s feelings. It was obvious that both he and Alice liked each other, but she just couldn’t set her little charge up for failure. “I just–” Weber began to speak again.

“Well, you just have to remember your duties. Princess Sophia is the lucky girl.” Cari said quickly, cutting off the precocious Prince before he could delay her any further. She winced slightly when she said ‘lucky girl’ as she stole another glance at the tiny loins this Princess Sophia was supposed to receive. “Now, put some clothes on your bottom and start to pack. We have to get going!” She said, now almost sprinting about their quarters in an effort to get ready.

Just as the two made their way down to the tavern at the entrance to the inn, the innkeeper emerged to begin setting up for the day. The room was empty at this early hour, with only the sound being their hushed greetings to one another.

“Hail, Sister. Did you and your little nephew sleep well?” The innkeeper asked with a warm smile.

“Yes, thank you. I’m afraid that when I cared for the man last night, Gerald, I left a bit of a mess on the sheets. He’s going to be alright, though. I just didn’t want to wake him. I hope blood doesn’t bother you too much.” Cari said in a slightly sheepish tone. There was more mess than blood on her sheets, but no one had to know about the ‘extra treatment’ she had given Gerald last night.

“Oh, no problem at all. Gerald is one of the only good ones in Moten, and you were doing your holy duty, Sister,” The older woman said before her warm smile turned devilish as she turned to face Webby. “And what about you, my little pup? Did you leave any puddles in your bed last night? Your poor aunt has to heal the wounded–she can’t be mopping up your tinkles. You’re a 9-year-old–you’ve got to act like a big boy.” The matronly lady said in a light but lecturing tone. The blushing Prince prepared to respond as he faced the woman, only to see Alice now emerging from down the stairs.

“N-n-no!” Weber stammered out quickly, unsure of how much Alice had heard, but hoping she would hear no more. He was mortified when his crush found out he still wet the bed or that the innkeeper thought he was only 9 years old.

“Sweetie, don’t be rude to the nice lady,” Cari said, pulling the Prince close to her hip, paying no mind to Alice’s approach. “The spot around the toilet needs a little mopping, but that’s all.” She said, tussling Webby’s hair and looking at him warmly. She remembered his attempt not to wet the bed this morning with the pride of a proud mommy.

“Little boys never aim their little things, eh?” The innkeeper said in a sing-song voice as she wiggled her skinny pinky about. Cari giggled at the observation, but also at how much bigger the woman’s pinky was than her little charge’s actual penis. If only she knew her approximation of the pre-pubescent phallus she thought Weber had as a 9-year-old completely dwarfed his actually 22-year-old endowment. “I made my little boys sit to pee until they grew up. No aiming, just let their winkies hang in the bowl.” The innkeeper went on, somewhat emboldened by Cari’s amusement. Cari again couldn’t stop giggling. The woman had no idea the anomaly that the Prince was–her sitting-to-pee solution still proving quite a challenge for a penis that doesn’t hang at all. Cari only stopped giggling when she heard Alice titter and realized her presence.

“I agree with you, Ma’am. When I did my time in the nurseries and orphanages, everyone had to sit to pee on my watch.” Alice interjected enthusiastically, excited to be sharing a moment with her idol and the kind innkeeper. “O-oh, but how did we get on this topic?” She said with a giggle, her head slightly cocked, seemingly not realizing that Weber was ultimately the subject.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter…” Cari quickly cut off the innkeeper, exhaling her last titters through her nose. She loved her little Prince so much, there was no reason to embarrass him in front of Alice. “We have to be going, the road awaits us.” She added before patting her charge on the bottom towards the door.

In mere minutes, their horses were loaded, and the two Vorbild Sisters were escorting the little Prince on the road. Cari again kept her ward sitting in front of her on her stallion, Robard. Alice’s horse was of a similar size, but it was white in color. She adored the beast and showed it with many rubs and pets, even brushing his mane as they walked. She lovingly chirped out his name with compliments from time to time: “Oleg.”

“Your grace, did you not set out on this quest with a steed?” Alice said, making a special effort to sound official when addressing her royal childhood friend. Despite the Vorbild not having allegiance to any one realm, Alice did not want to sound too familiar in front of her new mentor.

“I–er–that is…” Webby began to stutter out. It was obvious he was greatly intimidated by these two women who handled their horses with such ease. His own riding left much to be desired. “W-we became separated in a bit of bad weather…I had trouble controlling the beast.” He said. Cari saw his head tilt down; even though she couldn’t see his face, she knew he felt great shame. She put a hand on his thigh.

“It’s okay, my dear. I’m sure your mount found refuge. He’s probably eating oats right now. Riding is not something that comes overnight. Control comes from the rider’s confidence. If you’ve never had something big between your legs–er, I mean” The red-haired woman stopped her consoling for a moment, realizing her faux pas. Weber turned his head as much as he could with a frown, just barely side-eyeing his guardian. Alice looked at the two for a moment, puzzled. Cari did not even want to imply the Prince had a nippel-schwanz and sought to change course desperately. “Not that you’ve never had anything between your–I’m just saying the horse knows if you’ve only had a small one–I mean like ridden a small pony or something…You know what? The size doesn’t matter at all, right, Alice?” Cari managed to fumble out, her flustered question leaving Alice confused.

“Size of a horse or…?” Alice asked awkwardly, giggling. Her eyes planted on the saddle between Weber’s legs. Her amusement stemmed mostly from seeing the legendary Vorbild Sister she worshipped trip over her words, although the salacious implication did titillate her slightly. In truth, the younger Sister was pleased that the innuendo presented itself. She could not get the image of Gerald’s massive member out of her head, the first man’s cock she had seen in person. “I’m sure the Prince has no deficiencies in horseback riding or…anything else.” Alice finished, smiling and looking away, her cheeks now rosy. A silent sigh was emitted by Webby, only discernable to Cari as she had her legs encircling him on the saddle.

“Let’s walk through our route…” Cari said finally, breaking the awkward silence that followed. The three discussed their journey ahead and made many plans. Talks of towns and cities to visit along the way soon cleared any tension from earlier in the ride. Any fellow travelers that passed them gave innocuous greetings and simply moved on, although Cari remained wary of all. The presence of two Vorbild Sisters did raise a few eyebrows, but all that was said was the traditional: “Hail, Sisters.”

The chatting had made all three open up a bit and start discussing anything that came to mind. In Weber’s case, he may have become too lax as he brought up his fantastic plumbing idea to his old friend.

“A-Alice, I had a great idea for a new invention this morning. I already told Miss Cari–” The Prince began to say in a far more extroverted way than he had before. Cari realized only too late what he was talking about; there was no way to hush him. “Shouldn’t toilets have little dividers or guards on the front to keep all the, uh, liquid in?” The silly royal made his statement in an almost rhetorical manner as he expected immediate approval, but all he heard was giggling from his cohort after a short while.

“O-oh, my Prince…Y-you’re so funny, hehehe. A little splash guard!?” Alice openly laughed, thoroughly amused by the Prince’s “genius” invention. Weber merely looked on, frozen in confusion. “Hahaha, that is a great jape, my Prince. Everyone in the realm is using–hahaha, using a little potty. One for babes!” Alice still tried to speak in a sort of formal tongue, but couldn’t contain her giggles.

“Babes?” Webby said with a confused smile, trying not to let it show that he didn’t understand the joke.

“I-I’m sorry, Webby–er, your grace. It was a fine joke you made. It’s just funny to think about. I used to work in a nursery where we made the little boys use potties with guards. Some of their thingies were too short to dangle, so they would just -pew pew- straight out,” Alice said playfully, saying “pew pew” in a high-pitched voice, her finger and thumb miming a tiny appendage between them. “We stopped using those after age four. Hahaha, no boy or grown man would need THAT. Men’s — or, rather, equipment — it was well-designed by the gods! You are lucky to have something you can just hang out.” She said again, looking at the area of the saddle between the Prince’s legs, and blushing coyly. She looked away, soon realizing she was being too familiar.

“Heh, yes. Just a little joke we came up with this morning.” Webby said nervously, now realizing again just how outclassed he was by basically any other penis he could think of. It seemed that the description of a typical penis he heard or read just did not fit his little “nippy.” He felt particularly disheartened knowing that if Alice ever saw his penis, she would most definitely not be reminded of a man, or even a boy. Cari instinctively knew the Prince’s thoughts and rubbed his back sympathetically. She quickly changed the subject to more trivia about the surrounding realm. The royal seemed to calm down, and Alice seemed to think the whole thing was still a joke.

It was about noon when the trio finally made their first rest of the day. A small clearing on the side of the road proved an acceptable spot to lay a blanket and have a small bit of bread and butter. Cari had been striving not to mother her ward too strongly since her most recent flub, but she couldn’t help but snatch the roadside meal from his hands and prepare it for him.

“Here, sweetie. I’ve got that for you.” She said as she spread some butter and just a dash of preserves on Weber’s slice for him. The Prince merely looked down sheepishly, too embarrassed to see what his crush thought of the pampering he was receiving. Before he could muster up any sort of protest against his surrogate mommy, Alice spoke:

“Oh, I could have done that for you, your Grace.” She said sweetly. There was no condescension in her voice, but almost an enthusiasm in the offer. Cari studied the young woman’s beaming face as she passed the prepared snack to her small charge. A sweet smile came over the young woman’s face as she simply stared at the Webby nibbling his bread. She sat to one side, resting on her left hip and arm, her free hand lightly rubbing the non-armored part of her thigh.

Where Cari was doting on the Prince out of sympathy and motherly instinct, Alice’s attention to him seemed slightly different. It was obvious that she had a small crush on the boy since she was still a girl, but one wouldn’t have thought it would have extended to being so adoring as to prepare his food. Even the enthusiasm of a young apprentice would not seem to be the answer to explain her offer. To Cari, it seemed a mix of the crush and the fact that she had grown up a commoner in Weber’s court. Despite the Vorbild serving no one Kingdom or ruler, the hierarchy of where she grew seemed to linger in Alice’s mind, at least subconsciously.

Cari vowed to sit and have a talk with her younger compatriot about the allegiances of the Vorbild before the neighing of her horse snapped her back to reality. He stamped his hooves, setting off Alice’s steed in the process. She stood and looked about, trying to find the source, but could not find anything out of the ordinary. The commotion only served to snap her back to the waning of the sun and the miles ahead.

“We must be going. Webby go empty your winky–er go to the little boys–I mean big boys–go in the woods and do your business, sweetie.” Cari said as she pointed to where the woods began again, past the clearing.

“Mo-momm–er Miss Cari. I don’t have to go…” Weber said like a boy whining to his mother.

“Honey, I don’t want to stop again, and I’m sure Robard doesn’t want to be piddled on. Go take a tinkle.” She said without looking at her charge. As Webby tossed his cloak to the ground and begrudgingly walked to the woods, little whimpers emanated from his nose. Alice tittered at her childhood playmate and childish way he was being treated, but not maliciously or dismissively. She seemed as entranced as ever as he left in a huff, so much so that she did what she did next.

With a feeling of hot guilt in her cheeks and an ache in her chest, the young Vorbild Sister quietly followed into the same wooded shroud the Prince entered. Having had to hunt for her dinners on the road many a time, it was not hard for Alice to stalk the oblivious royal as he positioned himself before a massive tree. Her breath became heavy and fast as she watched him fumble to unclasp his belt and rustle with his garments. Puzzlement soon mixed in with titillation as the Prince dropped his pants completely to the ground and raised his shirt all the way to his upper chest. He then pushed his hips forward as far as balance would allow, making his small bottom look particularly cute in its clenched state. She didn’t think anyone but kids dropped their pants all the way, but she was too enthralled to care.

The image was all too much for Alice as she quickly dropped the lower garments she had on beneath her armor. A cold chill caressed her exposed skin as she reached past the metal plate that protected her groin and began to touch her womanhood. As her finger wriggled past the thick patch of pubic hair and found her clitoris, Weber’s urine began to bathe his chosen tree. From this position, Alice could not see the Prince’s front side, and dared not get any closer, finding the image arousing on its own.

Before either the young man or woman could complete their task, a broad shadow seemed to appear out of nowhere, standing just behind and to the side of Weber. Thick and bristling back covered in dark grey hair. A knife appeared now in the Prince’s eye line as the figure wrapped an arm about him from behind.

“Aye, I knew it was you. That tiny pecker proves it!” The monstrous thing said in a hushed snarl into Weber’s ear. “You’re gonna make me a rich gnoll when I take care of you. I’d bring him back your baby dick as proof, but I’d probably lose it through the hole in my pocket!” The hyena-man laughed as he playfully dragged his blade about the boy.

“N-n-no. Don’t hurt me. I-I…p-please…” The Prince began to whimper as tears poured down his face and his tiny penis continued peeing, now sputtering to a dribble that didn’t even reach the tree’s trunk. Before the fiend could laugh again at the pathetic Prince, the two were interrupted by the peeping Vorbild.

“Away! Bathe and be purified in the sacred flames of the Goddesses!” Alice said as she burst from the bushes, her pants and panties about her ankles. A pillar of flame emitted from her hands held in a triangle over her breast and smote the gnoll fiend in the back. The gnoll fell forward onto his intended victim–dead instantly. Alice stood proudly for a moment, impressed at her holy magic, although the moment was short-lived as a new sensation overwhelmed her. At first, it was a strange smell she couldn’t quite place, but then it was a painful sensation between her legs: Her pubic hair was on fire!

She quickly pulled a pin out from her waist plating, dropping it to the ground, her smoldering privates completely exposed. As she painfully slapped her pubic mound to put out the flames, her tight labia jostled and flicked about stingingly. Just as the flames were completely gone, a familiar voice interrupted her suffering.

“Webby!?” Cari said, running at a full sprint toward the heap next to the tree. She quickly flung the very dead and almost mummified gnoll effortlessly. She crouched and held her ward in her arms for a moment before exhaling a sigh of relief. Other than the mud he was covered in from his own pee puddle, the Prince was only dazed. Cari covered the young man’s minuscule genitals from prying eyes and looked back at Alice, whom she had only barely noted as she ran in. Cari’s eyes scoured the strange scene, already visibly skeptical.

There stood Alice, her hair only half still in a ponytail and her gate wide. She had her arms outstretched and her mouth agape, speechless yet still concerned for her childhood friend. Cari’s eyes wandered down to the more jarring aspect of the tableau: Alice’s exposed bottom half. A few tiny wisps of hair still flickered with sacred fire about the young Sister’s exposed slit–the skin on her pubis red with irritation. Below the now mostly bald pussy, Alice still stood with her pants and panties about her ankles. She looked down at her own nakedness and quickly clasped both hands about her genitals, wincing at touching the slightly singed spot.

Cari propped her charge on the mighty oak, satisfied that he was unharmed. She approached her protégé with a cynical smirk–seeming to have already worked out the reason for Alice’s state of undress. The veteran Vorbild stood before Alice and, with a gentle but commanding grip, moved her hands to her side, the younger Sister’s slit again caressed by the air of the woods. Cari towered over in silence before speaking.

“What happened, LITTLE Sister?” The redhead asked as she stared into her apprentice’s eyes and then at her now hairless nether-regions. Cari’s voice had just the tiniest note of playfulness, somewhat enjoying Alice’s compromised position.

“I-I-I was nearby and…I saw–or rather, I heard– the commotion. I had to save the Prince from the fiendish gnoll assassin…” Alice said, breaking any remaining eye contact with her superior. It was obvious to both parties that only a partial truth was being spoken.

“Is this how you dress for battle?” Cari said her voice dripping with sarcasm. She motioned broadly at the young woman’s exposed pussy and buttocks, her eye noting the discarded plates of steel on the ground. Cari’s amusement was not mean-spirited, but she was relishing this exchange if only slightly.

“I was…uh…relieving myself…” Alice stammered out as she began to reach down to pull up the pants still at her ankles. Cari’s boot quickly pressed on the garments, making her attempt to dress impossible. Alice looked up again at the imposing woman and let out a nervous giggle.

“Ahhh, okay. I’m SURE you were. A virtuous Vorbild Sister such as yourself would never be peeping on a young man in a compromising position. Right?” Cari said, eyebrows raised like a nanny who found a child’s hand in the cookie jar. In this case, she was quite sure she found Alice’s hand in her own cookie jar, for lack of a better euphemism.

“N-no. I-I…I was j–” Alice stammered quietly, her eyes looking anywhere but into Cari’s. “A-a-anyways, I summoned the holy fire of Saint Vosa and dispatched the fiend. I knew to use an attack of purity to spare Webby–er, the Prince.” Alice quickly added, hoping to move on from why she was so close to the scene in the first place.

“An impressive casting, to be sure. The fire of Saint Vosa will surely smote the wicked, but it can burn any impurities–many novices don’t realize this. Even someone engaging in questionable acts may feel the licks of its flames.” Cari said, now crouching before the far more petite Alice, her head at the level of the young woman’s breast. She now stared directly at Alice’s newly flame-shorn private area, very pink and puffy from the recent spell mishap. “For instance, if a little voyeur was peeping and pleasuring herself when the spell is cast–well, a few cinders might find their way to the ‘source’ of the salaciousness,” Cari said in a didactic way, dripping with condescension.

“Th-that’s–” Alice was only able to say before Cari went on.

“Gee, Alice, have you always been bald down here? It looks almost as if something just up and took your short-hairs by force?” Cari said with faux-innocence, her amusement betrayed by many giggles. “Or are you still waiting on your hair to grow?” Alice’s eyes became misty, and a mixture of shame and embarrassment came over her.

“I-I didn’t see anything–I promise! Only his cute bottom! I-I just…I always liked him. I-it just happened.” She said sheepishly, her voice cracking more than once. A feeling of relief came over the elder Vorbild with Alice’s admission. Cari was happy to hear the secret of Weber’s tiny penis was still safe from his crush. The poor boy had enough problems; there was no reason for him to feel any more embarrassment. She was also happy that Alice finally admitted her feelings for the Prince. Having the truth out in the open would make the next conversation easier.

“Well, consider your little singing a spanking from the deities. It is very unladylike to be peeping on boys and playing with yourself. Although–” Cari paused for a moment and stared again at Alice’s hairless genitals. “You don’t look very ladylike right now -heh-! Without any hair down there, you look old enough to be still spanked!” Cari openly laughed now, falling back onto her sizable bottom from her crouched position.

“Oh, Sister Cari!” Alice whined out, now annoyed but still ashamed. With the foot off her garments, she was able to pull them up and finally cover her now very chilly vulva and bottom.

“Oh, I’m just kidding, LITTLE Sister.” Cari cooed out before standing over Alice again. “But we do need to address one serious thing right now–our mission. You must remember that we have sworn to protect the boy — er, Webby—er, Prince Weber. No matter your feelings, you can’t get distracted from your commitment to the task and to the Sisterhood.” The red-haired cleric said in a more stern tone. Alice again tried to look away, no doubt not wanting to hear the truth.

“I-I just–” The petite, brown-haired woman started to say. A different kind of blush came to her cheeks as the conversation had turned serious.

“You are a sworn healer, and he is royalty. Even if our holy order didn’t forbid long-term relationships, he must be married to another royal. Princess Sophia of Carasa, to be exact. He is betrothed,” Cari said in a serious, but somewhat sympathetic voice. She hated seeming so callous, but she thought this was the best for both of them. If Weber’s marriage to another Kingdom’s Princess went through, the added complication of inter-nation relations might stop his father’s machinations to have him killed. And in the case of Alice, Cari just couldn’t see a woman being satisfied with the Prince’s incredibly small penis. It was best to avoid the whole thing altogether.

“Yes, Sister Cari,” Alice said, her head hanging low. She simply walked back to the clearing where they had been resting. Cari walked over again to her resting charge and roused him with a simple spell–a magical smelling salts of sorts.

“Oh-oh, w-what happened?” The Prince said, dazed but seemingly unhurt. He was visibly spared of any of the effects of the sacred fire attack from before. “All I remember is starting to empty my nippy and then a scary dog-man grabbed me–and wait! He said he knew I was me!”

“Oh?! How did he say he knew you?” Cari said with legitimate concern. She had feared there would be assassins, but she had hoped that was just an overreaction.

“W-well, he, um…” Weber stopped to look about to make sure Alice was not around. He then still made sure to whisper into Cari’s ear: “He said he knew I was me because of how little my…nippy is.” A look of shock and horror came over Cari’s face. There was no doubt to her now that Weber was indeed a marked man. Only the Norfen royal family knew of his tiny shortcoming. She hoped her ward would not put together that it was his own father who was trying to eliminate him.

“Oh, my poor little Princeling. Mommy Cari has you.” The Vorbild said as she embraced the now weeping boy tightly. “Let’s get a move on. We should not stay in one place too long.” With that, she buckled her ward’s pants and led him by hand back to the clearing. In a matter of minutes, all three were mounted and were on their way. The journey was far quieter now, as all three minds were weighed down with revelation or worry.

Not a single word was spoken until the late afternoon, when the sky was apparent. As usual, the Prince had fallen into a slumber between his guardian’s powerful thighs. Cari took this opportunity to try and soften the tension with her young apprentice.

“Sister Alice, you traveled this road on your way to Moten?” Cari asked in a hushed voice, so as not to wake her passenger. A few moments passed before young Alice responded, having been lost in thought and staring at the Prince as he slept. The girl lightly nodded her head and now brought her gaze to her role model, her eyes slightly red from silent tears.

“I-I did, Sister. I forded the River Bricht just a few miles east of here, but only four days ago. It was rather turbulent for my crossing, but your Stallion, Robard, is even larger than mine. I should assume you will have no issue.” Alice said, unsure at first. Her face seemed to soften and harden at the same time as she stared at the veteran Vorbild Sister she admired so much. The question was a welcome relief from her yearning, but she still felt very self-conscious from her earlier trespass.

“I should hope to attempt the same crossing before the sun goes down. Our royal client is now confirmed to be a marked man, and I want to keep moving as efficiently as possible.” Cari responded, looking down at the floppy, blonde hair of her little passenger. She pet his head and then looked to the still-uptight Alice with a warm smile. “I want you to know, I have appreciated your assistance. You are very accomplished for your age, and we are lucky to have you on the road with us.”

“–” Alice tried to speak, but was so overtaken by Cari’s words. Her eyes began to mist again, but this time with tears of joy. The gratitude of one she looked up to so dearly had truly moved her.

“Plus, it’s nice to have another ‘low-born’ on the ride. The great leader of men before me is just too intimidating to take alone.” Cari added with a devilish smirk, gesturing to the sleeping boy, nestled between her arms. Alice stared for a moment, unsure, but soon broke into laughter at the absurdity of the statement. Both women giggled and tittered for many moments, only rousing the sleepy royal enough to adjust his position.

With the tension dissipated, the two women talked for the next hour or so about a great many things. Their now casual rapport made for a near constant conversation, so much so that the roaring sound of the River Bricht was not noticed until the two were almost on top of it.

The river truly did roar, though, far more than Alice had recalled when she passed it just days ago. The two horses, Robard and Oleg, stood motionless at the riverbank as their riders simply stared for a moment. The tumult of the gushing waters even startled the sleepy Weber to attention–although he was quite unaware of where they were.

“Great Goddesses,” Cari said flatly as she looked about slowly. The river was far wider and deeper than anything Alice had described or that she remembered. Looking south, she saw the waning sun reflecting in a bright orange light off the top of a white mountain. “We have come at a most inopportune time. The excess frosts from winter are burning off Mount Kolek and feeding into the river. It seems you just missed the spring flooding on your previous fording, Alice.”

“The cliffs of Ardos lay far to the east; we have to cross this somehow…” Alice said, really to no one in particular. Despite this being Weber’s “Journey of Mettle,” the Prince was essentially a passenger — his two beautiful guardians doing everything for him. All three came down from their horses and moseyed about, not quite sure what to do. It had almost been a full day’s journey, but the red-haired Vorbild knew that they could not stop there. Should more assassins or brigands attack, the party’s options for escape were severely limited, with the river being impassable. She sighed and approached her saddle bag, doing something she rarely needed to.

Cari produced a large, tan-hide map from her belongings–an item that was infrequently used by one who had quested across the realms so much. Her finger traced the prolific River Bricht up and down the realm, already knowing it extended from the mountain range just to the south, flowing all the way up to the northern seas. The beautiful woman weighed one bad option after another as she now sat on the ground, her bottom leaving a beautiful imprint in the dusty road. As she grappled between caverns through the mountains or thick forests of the north, the Vorbild did not realize her decision was being made for her.

Weber, with an empty canteen in hand, approached the gushing waters and stood for a moment–no doubt thirsty from the journey. Alice, still somewhat enamored with the boy, stared at his small backside for a little too long before realizing the precarious position he was in. As she rushed to stop him from getting too close to the rapids, she tripped over a root and bowled herself straight into the Prince. With shrieks, the two plunged into the raging current and were quickly carried away.

“Mommy!!” Weber screamed in a high-pitched voice as he surfaced in the sweeping waters. Cari shot straight up, not even bothering to dust the dirt off her ample bottom. She looked on in horror as the two she had grown so fond of were now on the brink of death in the raging river. As if the actions of a mechanism and not a mortal, she seamlessly leaped onto her horse and rode after the two on the road beside the river. With a strange and complex whistle from the lady-cleric, Alice’s horse Oleg followed only seconds behind.

“Damn!” Cari cursed over and over as she kept pace with her flotsam friends. She attempted many a frost spell from horseback to try and stop up the river with icebergs or at least direct her allies to the riverbank, but the rapids were far too kinetic to get any results. As panic began to set in, a desperate salvation came into view: A large tree bough overhanging the river some 50 yards ahead.

“Holy Goddesses! I call on you!” Cari now exclaimed, her steed now galloping at top speed and overtaking her two floating compatriots. “In service of the innocent, smote that which I mark!” As she galloped past the tree bough, the red-haired heroine stabbed a small dagger with the symbol of her holy order into its bark. Almost instantaneously, a rumbling sound enveloped all, even momentarily silencing the roar of the river. A second later, a terrible bolt of white light beamed straight down on the dagger–totally cleaving the mighty tree’s branch from its trunk. The large piece of wood fell into the rapids mere seconds before the two helpless castaways passed. They grabbed the makeshift buoy and continued up the river, unable to stop but at least safe from drowning. Despite her precarious position, Alice looked at Cari in wonder at the spell she had cast.

Cari intended to follow the two as they continued their unintended journey, but craggy rocks and bramble at the riverside caused Robard to rear up in protest. Now stopped in her tracks, she looked on as the two floated off far ahead, a thick, icy forest swallowing the river in the distance to the north. Rather than the panicked cursing of before, Cari let out a resigned sigh. As her companions disappeared under the lush canopy of overgrowth, she simply took Robard’s reins and started to go around the impediment in the road.

“I would rather go to the brink of Hades than…home…” Cari muttered to herself.

*****

Chapter 9

The roar of the river slowly subsided to a more fervent gurgle as it made its way through the thick overgrowth of Boza Woods. The boggy area at the center of Boza had an intricate series of inlets and streams, relieving much of the Bricht’s ferocity until they all rejoined again outside the forest’s canopy to the North. Such an inlet is where the large, life-saving branch found itself lodged and bobbing, with two exhausted passengers draped over it.

Alice, far more so than Webby, would go in and out of consciousness as she clung to the bough in shallow water. Her eyes would bat open every so often, briefly seeing the twilight of the woods at night–moonbeams breaking through the trees and some bioluminescent flora the only light at all.

The squishing of footsteps in the mud came to her semi-conscious ears, and all she could hear was the word “babes” as she felt her whole being lifted into the air. Her water-logged mind did not recall or see what happened next, only the ever-constant shivering her body did to combat the drenched chill she had. Little did she realize that just as she was being carried off, she had a familiar audience.

“Damn…” Cari whispered, her boots sinking slightly in the loose, muddy ground. Just as she arrived through the thick brush, she saw the heels of a large figure carrying off her two young friends. The momentary gleam off of Alice’s Vorbild armor left no doubt in her mind that she had found the right place. The red-haired cleric followed the muddy tracks to a home on the outskirts of an all-too-familiar village. This house, like the others, was made of dried and fortified sediment and logs–far more comfortable and urbane than one would expect hidden by such dense vegetation.

“Of course…” Cari said in an annoyed voice as she stood on wooden boxes and spied through the window of the domicile, which was proportionally much larger than the typical homes of the surrounding realms. From her vantage point, a cozy tableau took shape: A warm fire burned in a hearth, jugs and barrels lined the quaint kitchen, and a large bed sat at one end of the home. The scene seemed to emanate from the small window, bathing Cari’s cheeks in the relative warmth of the room.

Moving about the domicile was a towering woman, far surpassing even the tall Cari, who had lifted and laid the young adventurers she had fished from the marsh. She had long, red locks of hair that fell messily to her shoulders and back. She was clad in the pelts of many different beasts, the different patterns stitched together in a utilitarian way–aesthetics being an afterthought, if a thought at all. When she stood up straight, her true height became discernible, just shy of eight feet tall.

“Not only did I have to come here…but it had to be Vela, too.” Cari thought to herself with a grim look on her face. The Vorbild Sister, seemingly knowing her subject, decided it best to remain an audience until the right moment presented itself. Whatever Vela had undertaken would go unimpeded–at least for now.

It was in this situation that Alice’s eyes fluttered open, the crackling of fire and pouring of water jolting her awake. She looked about the room, bathed in a warm orange glow, and could only make out fuzzy images. Vela’s enormous frame had not yet become apparent to her through her foggy vision. She did notice, however, that she had sat up in a huge bed–having been tucked in unknowingly by their enormous savior. A few feet away in the bed was a still sleeping and shivering Weber, tucked as well. As she sat up, the covers peeled off her chest, leaving the girl’s bosom totally uncovered.

“Eeep!” was all Alice was able to say before she lay flat and covered herself again. She soon caught her breath and steeled herself for what she did next. Slowly, she lifted the blanket and looked down underneath. Even in the low light, it was obvious that her armor and clothing had been totally removed, leaving her completely nude under the blanket. She cringed just looking at herself with familiar feelings of shame and inferiority swirling about her mind.

The young cleric whimpered pathetically as she feared her greatest secret was about to come out. She had absolutely no breasts to speak of! Her chest was as flat as a skinny young boy’s, with only two little puffy nipples to adorn it. She had done her best to hide her totally unfeminine upper-half for many years–as evidenced by the molded breastplate on the floor, with padding pouring out of it. Had she not stuffed the Vorbild steel she usually wore, she would have looked like a turtle in a too-big shell.

As she looked about, panicked by her situation, she remembered that just a few feet away was a young man sleeping in the same enormous bed: Weber. Her mind filled with innumerable images of the Prince making faces of revulsion, sick amusement, or just disappointment at her naked form. Overcome, she slapped her hands over her chest and vulva, but now came to another sad realization. Her admittedly petite pussy was still very bald from her spellcasting mishap earlier in the day. The poor twenty-two-year-old girl had never felt so exposed in her life or so underdeveloped. All this and she was just a few feet away from her biggest crush!

Alice’s crisis of confidence caused enough fidgeting that the towering Vela took note in short order. She walked over to the bed and stood over the mattress, stone-faced, her eyes probing the agitated Alice and the still-sleeping Prince. Soon, a warm smile broke across her ruddy face, and she crouched down to the side of the bed. Her blue eyes glistened with the glow of the hearth as she spoke in a full but soothing voice:

“There, there, my little one. You are safe here, child.” Vela said as her hand touched Alice’s thigh through the covers. Alice sat up in bed, making sure to pin the covers tightly to cover her unimpressive chest. She looked into her host’s face and found something oddly familiar about it, as if she had met her before–if only in passing. “You are lucky I found you two, girl. Miss Vela is the nursemaid for the entire village. You both would have succumbed to a deathly chill if not for me. Little children should not play dangerous games on the Bricht — especially in the spring. Your mommy and daddy must be worried sick.”

“Mommy and Dad–What do you mean? I’m not a child–” Alice began haughtily, already quite sensitive about appearing immature given her unimpressive assets. She only stopped when she noticed a flurry of movement from the window behind the giant woman–It was Cari! Her role model mimed vehemently that she should stop talking, repeatedly bringing her finger to her lips in a hushing motion. The astute Alice immediately tried to change course: “Well…I mean..” She started to say.

“Now I can see how you got into trouble. Already fibbing to Miss Vela, little one?” Vela said with a giggle. The enormous woman then scooped Alice from the big bed and held her with one arm against her very impressive bosom. “I didn’t realize how young you were when I fished you and your sister out of the marsh. You don’t even have your short hair yet. Always hard to tell with you small folk.” Vela remarked as she started disapprovingly at Alice’s recently-bald vulva and nudged it playfully with her large finger. Alice blushed and quickly slammed both hands over her little pink pussy.

“And I don’t know how you got armor, but you don’t have anything to hold it up with! A big girl has boobies to hold her breastplate up, not whatever you were stuffing yours with!” Vela said with a guffaw. “You shouldn’t be in such a hurry to grow up. I’m sure your chest will grow up one day.” The big woman then smothered Alice with her ample bosom playfully–although it had the opposite effect on the girl in her arms.

Alice quickly craned her head over to the Prince, only to discover he was thankfully not conscious of the humiliating commentary. As the girl lay back in Vela’s arms, she remembered again Cari’s presence in the window and realized her hero had just seen her most embarrassing secret. Alice and Cari locked eyes for only a second before both looking away, the moment too awkward for either woman.

The humiliation of being of having her flat chest commented on was bad, but being completely mistaken for a child because of it made tears form in the young Vorbild’s eyes. Her current host telling her that she will “grow up one day” brought back the longing she felt all through adolescence as she waited and waited for her bosom to change in any way at all. Alice felt the stinging realization of being stuck in her current body all over again as she lay captive in the giant woman’s arms.

“Come, come, you’re shivering again–and I can still hear your sister’s teeth chattering over there. I have to get this water ready…” Vela said as she placed Alice standing on the stone floor close to the roaring hearth. For a moment, the young woman took in the enormity of her surroundings, looking around. It looked like a modest stone cabin one might see, but with one main difference–it was made for one of the giant nursemaids’ 8-foot-tall stature! She circled about, taking in the large furniture and high tabletops, before a reflection in a long mirror caught her eye.

She spied the great woman moving about with a steaming kettle and a large basin, her broad backside swinging about as she hurriedly readied something. Standing next to the busy woman was a small, still, and pale figure that took Alice a moment or two to realize was, in fact, herself. Next to the huge woman, the flat-chested Vorbild truly looked like a child who had neglected to dress that day. She had no wideness to her hips or any shadow to her chest–and most jarringly of all to Alice was the missing dark patch between her legs.

The young woman had been so devoid of any signs of maturity throughout her life that when her pubic hairs finally grew in years ago, she clung to the idea of them fanatically. She would not trim or remove any and lamented every time one was shed. The little curly tufts had been her only tenuous connection to adulthood, and they had become something of a coarse and hairy security blanket. Seeing her reflection without the one sign of puberty she had made Alice feel truly small and undeveloped. So overcome with humiliation and panic was she that the young woman again flung her hands between her legs to cover her tiny, tight, and hairless vagina. The loud slap and smooth feeling in her hands were another painful reminder of what she had lost.

“Wha-what’s wrong, little one? Do you have to make a tee tee?” Vela asked, no doubt, as Alice’s fidgeting and clutching her private parts grabbed the woman’s attention. Alice’s eyebrows furrowed, and her face twisted slightly before she looked away from the mirror and spoke.

“I-I’m fine. I don’t have to go tee–er to the bathroom. I’m too old for that kind of talk…” Alice snapped, overwhelmed by emotions of inferiority. She turned away from Vela and crossed her arms like a pouting child.

“Oh yes, you’re a BIG girl. I forgot.” The large woman said in a condescending tone before returning to what she had been toiling with. “Just a minute or two more, you and your sister need this…” As Vela kept warming water, it finally dawned on Alice that the giantess had said “sister” now more than once in their brief conversation. The young Vorbild pondered many questions: Could this woman have been imagining another girl in the cabin? Was she seeing double? Did she know about Cari in the window?

As questions floated about Alice’s mind, the mysterious giant woman had finished her project and lifted the young Vorbild into the air. As her body was suspended and carried, air whooshed over her nude form, causing a chilling tingle. The feeling was immediately reversed as she was placed bottom-first in a basin of steaming hot water. Her womanhood, or “girlhood” in Alice’s case, felt as though it was being pinched with the stinging heat–still quite sensitive from her spellcasting mishap. Her puffy nipples sat above the waterline and hardened, making her chest look even more boyish than before.

“Alright, just stay there, little one. Let me get your sister,” Vela said to Alice, still totally unaware that she was actually 22 years old. Alice’s muscles did relax slightly as she sat with her legs extended in the giant, warm bath. She was still rather confused by who this mysterious “sister” was, but she had little time to speculate before panic set in at what she saw next. Vela had grabbed the Prince, still wrapped in sheets from her bed, and was taking him over to the bathtub, although his eyes were still shut. His teeth remained chattering, and a visible shivering continued even when closer to the hearth. Alice immediately slid her body down in the tub, so the waterline came up to her neck. Despite the seemingly hopeless situation, she still tried to hide her lack of womanly assets. A strange racing came to her chest as her childhood friend and crush grew closer to the warm basin. It wasn’t just embarrassment or nervousness that she felt, but also a sense of titillation. The high-born man she had been pining for since adolescence was about to be laid bare before her, the same one she had been trying to peep on many hours ago. The two had not been naked in front of each other since they were small children, but the prospect of reliving those childhood baths as adults almost made Alice forget the precarious position she was currently in.

“Oh, oh, not too fast–I don’t want to give your sister a shock,” Vela said as she set the wrapped Prince on the side of the basin, his toes only barely touching the water. His eyes were still closed, and his head hung slightly to one side as the giant woman supported him. Alice completely ignored the continued use of “sister” as she sat motionless in the water, staring up in anticipation. Visions of Gerald, the man from Moten, and his large member came to the girl’s mind. She imagined a pendulous and thick member emerging from the sheets wrapped about Weber, slapping the side of the basin as it fell. She twitched her hand as she imagined holding the hypothetical penis, swinging it about. A warmth came over her as Vela pulled the sheet off of her companion, and he sat wide-legged over the basin. It was then that Alice saw it–or rather didn’t.

Alice’s eyes probed all about the Prince’s lower half like a dog sniffing for crumbs, looking for anything somewhat resembling what she had been picturing moments ago. Her gaze made many passes at the groin, inner thighs, and even the space below Weber, but she could not make out any of the structures she had been expecting. Cari, from her perch at the window, squinted her eyes trying to see what her protégé was witnessing. The red-headed Vorbild had become quite acquainted with the boy’s peculiar anatomy, but even she was puzzled in this moment.

Alice searched for many moments, noting a totally hairless region between the Prince’s royal legs that seemed devoid of really anything at all. There was the slightest patch of wrinkled skin toward the bottom of his crotch, although it did not stick out in the slightest. In fact, nothing at all stuck out, but there was a little indentation her eye had glossed over in the center of the pale groin that finally caught her attention. It resembled a small belly button, casting the slightest shadow in its concave shape. Steam wafted up between his legs as Alice looked upon the thing in confusion. She racked her brain for anything she had read in her tomes to explain a second umbilicus when the heat finally ended her puzzling.

Slowly but surely, an extremely tiny bit of pink skin began to show in the inverted section of his groin. An impossibly small puckered slit came into view amid the flesh, smaller than even half a grain of rice. Soon, as if winning a small struggle with his pubic fat, the Prince’s penis finally popped out from inside his body fully. Its nonexistent length left it poking straight out, like a small creature surveying the world it had left behind for many hours. The tiny, wrinkled portion below puffed up slightly, still far smaller and less protruding than a normal scrotum. The royal now sat slowly coming to, showing off the full extent of his “manhood”-for lack of a better term.

Alice sat silently as the tiny genitals emerged with the coaxing of the steam, completely fascinated by what she was witnessing. After they made their unimpressive entrance, she moved closer and simply stared between Weber’s legs, taking in every inch and tiny wrinkle about the young man’s anatomy. Either by the disarming effect of such a small penis or by sheer curiosity, she now stood on her knees in the water, forgetting her own embarrassment for the moment. Her mind swirled with images and memories–some very far back.

The young Vorbild’s mind was currently some two decades ago, mental flashes now unlocked by a very similar form before her. She could clearly see Weber’s penis of twenty years ago in her mind, overlayed with the one that appeared before her–and there was no change she could discern. Despite her childhood friend’s body having grown to approximate the size of an adult, his tiny penis was still that of the babe she had shared her baths with. She had no idea, of course, that he was undersized even then–but her recent training in nurseries cleared any ignorance of the past.

A little giggle escaped Alice’s mouth as she continued to eye the minuscule member that peeked out before her. It wasn’t a laugh of malice or derision, but she was rather overwhelmed by how much she adored the tiny penis she had just rediscovered. She actually somewhat admired the Prince’s “grown-up” body, his lean and somewhat toned physique being very much to her liking. It’s just that the growth that had happened everywhere else but between his legs made his phallus seem almost smaller than back when they took their baths together.

“I-I’ve never seen such a cute little pee pee before…” Alice muttered silently to herself, her fascination all encompassing in that moment. So much so that the young woman did not even notice her enormous caretaker start to take notice of what was happening. Vela craned her head to look at Alice’s subject, letting out a mild gasp before speaking.

“O-oh, my! You don’t have a sister–you’ve got a brother, don’t you? Well, just barely, hehehe.” Vela exclaimed with a laugh as she began to poke the Prince’s tiny penis with her large finger. “It’s so little it must have up and disappeared with that terrible chill! You can’t blame me for thinking this little boy was a little girl, hehehe. I’m still not convinced with a doodle this teeny weeny.” As the giantess continued to titter, Alice felt a pang of guilt as her eyes now switched between the small genitals and the face of her old friend. Despite the lack of emotion to his countenance, she couldn’t help but ascribe intense shame and sadness to him–that which he must feel for such a pronounced shortcoming.

As Vela guffawed and Alice stared, Cari still watched from the window. A different sort of guilt washed over the red-haired beauty as she realized her failure to keep Weber’s tiny secret. Not only did his little crush know he had a severely underdeveloped penis, but now so did Vela. “At least she’s probably convinced their children. The big-folk usually let them go…” Cari thought to herself. Her heart dropped as she could see Weber start to stir, his head coming aloft and starting to take in the scene for himself. It was only a matter of seconds before the horror of his situation would set in.

“I didn’t realize you were so young! A little peeper this small…are you but babes?” Vela asked Alice, as Cari continued her vigilant watch from afar. Unnoticed by his bathing companions, the Prince was now conscious and had heard Vela’s question all too clearly. Despite the totally unfamiliar environment and huge woman at his side, all he could do was focus on one thing–once itty-bitty little point. He was now completely naked with his legs open to Alice, nothing between her and his humiliating lack of puberty. “Do all little boys of your kind have such tiny pissers?” Vela asked, still unaware of Weber’s stirring.

“N-no, no, this is even smaller for a baby. The smallest I’ve seen–” Alice began to say, despite the situation, she was ever the student and couldn’t help but respond clinically to Vela’s query. She stopped in her tracks when her gaze turned upward to Weber’s now wide-open eyes, a look of sheer terror on his face. The two stared at each other for many tense and horrible seconds, both sets of eyes wandering to the Prince’s undersized, pink button before locking again. With a loud slap, Webby put both hands over his hairless crotch and slipped down into the big bathtub.

His modesty brought Alice back to reality as she became reoriented to her own nudity. In a blur and with a wet slap, she had one arm across her flat chest and another down to her bald pussy. The two now sat on opposite ends of the tub, clutching their privates with their eyes closed in a futile attempt to escape the awkward scenario. Vela simply clicked her tongue in disapproval and put a hand behind each’s wet back.

“Now, now…I’ve never met such prudish children in all my years. Little one, Miss Vela saved you and your sister from the Bricht and a horrible chill. We’re gonna get you warm and clean, then I’ll have the elder decide what to do with you.” She then placed a warm, huge hand on each’s posterior and bid them to rise in the tub. Both are still covering their private parts. “Little ones shouldn’t be so self-conscious–you’re just kids. And neither of you has anything to hide!” Vela laughed as she scrubbed the two’s bodies after pulling their arms away. The two now stood completely nude in front of one another, although they looked away, only stealing a glance or two.

It was here that the Prince finally saw Alice’s form for the first time. He watched as Vela emptied a basin gently over the young Vorbild’s head, and water streamed down the front of her body. Unlike when he had showered with Cari, the liquid did not flow down two sloped breasts or drip drop through a pelt of hair between the legs. In this case, the water fell unimpeded down Alice’s slim body, no breasts or pubic hair to cause any detours. Only puffy, little pink nipples had any impression on the rinse, very minor at that. Rather than focusing on any missing assets that Alice might have had, he was instead consumed with a longing for her beauty–and a feeling of inadequacy for only the little dot he had between his legs.

In turn, Alice looked on her Prince as he was doused with the same soapy water. It streamed down from his floppy, blonde hair and over his flat, firm torso. Eventually, it flowed over his lean legs into the water below–except some took a slightly more tumultuous route between the legs. There, water was parted by a very retracted pink button moving down to dribble off an almost non-existent scrotum. A few errant drops managed to find their way off of his little “nippy,” falling like divers off the tiniest of diving boards.

Alice imagined what it would look like if the water had been flowing over a larger outcropping, like Gerald’s. It would take a far more direct route down to the tub below, although she was sure it was nowhere near as cute as the little sprinkling effect Webby’s unique topography had. Before Vela spoke again, Alice was almost certain she remembered the Prince’s dainty penis causing the same dribbling when they were children.

“See, you two shouldn’t be shy around each other. You’re so alike. Just this little bit separates you.” Vela said, giving a playful tickle to Weber’s tiny penis. She exaggeratedly moved her gaze between their two bodies to illustrate her point.

“You’re both flat up here.” She went on, poking each of their chests. “And you haven’t even got your hair between your legs yet, either. I just want to pluck this tiny winky off and pop it on her. That’s all it would take to change who the brother and sister are!” She laughed as she mimed pinching the Prince’s minuscule phallus and then poking it on to Alice’s groin. Both of her bathers blushed harder than they had before, their lack of any secondary sexual characteristics now blatantly pointed out. Alice sniffled as humiliation consumed her, her hunching posture betraying her feelings. Weber tried in vain to swing his hips away from the young woman, as if it would preserve any dignity at all.

“Oh, so touchy you two are. I’m sure you’ll grow up one day. You won’t be stuck in these baby bodies forever.” Vela said in a motherly tone, not realizing that the two were now very much stuck in the underdeveloped forms they had assumed–any chance of further development long gone. Before either one could even elicit a whimper, their savior came through the threshold of the cabin.

“Hello, Vela,” Cari said in a full but very resigned voice. Activity stopped in the room as all three at the basin beheld the 6’2″ Vorbild, who still looked rather small in the huge house. Silence permeated the home as the two clothed women simply stared at one another–neither looking particularly tense, but rather annoyed.

“My sister Cari comes at this late hour…It’s been a long time.” Vela said, looking Cari up and down as the Vorbild approached the giant woman.

“Half-sister.” Cari corrected coldly. Despite the embarrassment of being stripped and soaked in front of her hero, Alice’s sharp mind realized why the large Vela looked so familiar–it was the familial resemblance to Cari! Her head moved back and forth, looking at the two in wonder at the new revelation: The foremost Vorbild was actually half-giant!

“Hmmm…what brings you here?” Vela asked, now very suspicious. She even took a step back from the bathtub, now realizing that all the events of the evening were connected.

“Those two are under my charge. I must retrieve them.” Cari said, now walking up to Vela, the large woman standing almost two feet taller than Cari. The tension was palpable as the two puffed their chests out at one another; again, Vela’s assets exceeded Cari’s, if only because of her proportions.

“You know what happens to outsiders in this wood. You may come because of our mother, but only for that reason.” Vela said, now looking at the two nude little ones more skeptically. “I had thought these were children, but now I’m not so sure if you’re involved…” She continued slowly. A look of concern and fear came over Cari’s face at what her sister had just implied. She had to assure Vela that her wards would survive.

“Come now. Have you lost your senses? Of course, these two are children, very, very young children.” Cari said as she walked over to the two incognito 22-year-olds standing nude in the tub. “See, she hasn’t any bosom at all, and no hips like a little boy! Not even the tiniest bit of moss on her girl parts!” Cari said, motioning to all of Alice’s shortcomings in succession, all while intense guilt came over her for having to do this. The girl’s posture seemed to become even worse as she arched her back and pushed her legs together in shame.

“Well…” Vela started to say obstinately, before Cari went on feverishly.

“And this little boy–you think he’s an adult? He’s scrawny, and his tiny berries haven’t even fallen yet…not even a droop! And look at his little pee pee–just barely there! This is not a ‘manhood!’ It is only a ‘boyhood,’ or rather a ‘babyhood!'” Cari said, at one point, pinching and pulling on the Prince’s tight little scrotal sack, demonstrating nothing was protruding.

“Miss Cari!” Weber said in protest, his face bright red, stealing glances at Alice, whom he knew was listening. For her part, she smiled slightly at how cute the description was–although the Prince did not know it was a supportive smile.

“Shhh, baby boy. Mommy Cari is just talking to Miss Vela. There’s nothing wrong with your little nippy. ” Cari said in a panicked but loving voice–not having to expend any effort in acting like Weber was a child. Alice again smiled with just the tiniest titter coming out, amused by how cute and appropriate “nippy” was.

“Hehehe. Ye–hehehe. Y-yes, you’re right. They must be babes. No boobies and barely even a–what was it? ‘Nippy?’ Hahahaha.” Vela laughed as her cold demeanor seemed to melt away at Cari’s rather preposterous presentation. “Alright, HALF-sister, I’m convinced. Of course, you ended up with them–you were always puny too!” Vela chuckled as she again towered over Cari. The Vorbild veteran provided an extremely condensed version of the events that led to the present, omitting the lineage and adulthood of her companions. She revealed only that their road was to Ardos. And Vela indicated she would release them without a tribunal of the elders, something adults would never get away with. As the sisters spoke, they also dried the bathers with towels in front of the roaring hearth.

Cari wished to pluck her two compatriots from her sister, but the hour was very late and the wood was ill-advised at this time. She hoped they could get to bed and off the next day without issue.

“Dear Vela, we must go to bed. The children I’m caring for must be very sleepy. Is there a place we can rest our heads?” The red-headed Vorbild asked politely, looking at her somewhat traumatized companions.

“You all can share my bed, I suppose. After all, you’re all so small.” Vela said, grinning at an annoyed Cari. “But I’ve cared for enough little ones of my kind to know they can make a big mess in their dreams. To the chamber pot with both of you!” Vela said as she pulled a large bronze pot from under the bed. Webby and Alice looked at the pot, each other, and then Cari in horror as they realized they would have no privacy whatsoever.

“I can go outs–” Alice began to say before Vela picked her up from under her arms, her fingers wrapping around the sides of her chest–no breasts to impede her grasp. Soon she was plopped onto the pot like an enormous potty, her legs wide and arms grasping at the side so as not to fall in. Alice looked about nervously as she sat atop the vessel, seemingly tightening herself a few times in unsuccessful attempts to empty her bladder.

“What’s wrong, girlie? Can’t get you tee tees out? We all make water, too! It’s just us girls–er, well, he just has a LITTLE extra speck–you have nothing to be embarrassed about!” Vela said cheerfully, if a little impatient. The giant woman created the smallest possible pinch with her hand over her crotch as she mentioned the Prince’s little “speck” to Alice. The silliness elicited pouting from the very embarrassed royal and a little giggle from the young Vorbild on the pot. The laugh was all it took for pee to start falling from her tight and pale, little pussy.

Weber watched unabashedly as the girl relieved herself, her legs still wide and straddling the vessel she was sitting on. His eyes traced up from the golden waterfall to her tight lips, just barely letting the pee out from between them. He then admired her unblemished, arched body, which sported no hanging breasts despite her posture. Instead, her puffy nipples merely pointed slightly down directly from her chest. The boy certainly had questions as to why Alice lacked the things that other women had, but he did not hold it against her. He was truly appreciative of her beauty.

Soon the young woman dismounted the basin, the final drops having fallen from her pert, little sex. Alice was still too embarrassed to look the Prince in the eye, although she had no time as Vela put him without hesitation in front of the same pot. She lightly patted his bottom.

“He should really si–” Cari began to say before Vela spoke over her without a care.

“Empty your itty bitty winky, baby. It must be far past your bedtime.” Vela said sweetly as she gestured for the young man to relieve himself standing up. Weber froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. He knew his surrogate mommy wanted him to sit when he peed, but just couldn’t admit he needed to in front of his crush. She already saw how underdeveloped and tiny his penis was–how could he admit he couldn’t even pee standing up like even children did? Weber’s heart raced as he steeled himself for the task at hand–a task even little boys would find mundane. He pushed his hips as far forward as possible, his little nethers now directly over the basin. He closed his eyes and said a prayer that he could do the absolutely most basic thing the male gender should be able to do in front of his crush.

Now sightless, Weber released muscles and tightened others all at the same time. At first, he heard the heartening sounds of water falling into the partially full pot come to his hungry ears, and a premature ease came over him — even if the sound was far less commanding than that of his female cohorts. Even with such a wide basin, the boy found a way to make a mess as his stream soon lost its form. While some still sprinkled into the pot, a second flow now dribbled down his extremely truncated shaft and scrotum like a poorly poured pitcher of water. This errant run of pee proceeded to either fall in drops from his non-existent coin-purse or cascade down his leg to the floor.

Time froze for Alice as she took in every bit of the Prince’s messy display. Her mind couldn’t help but compare the unchanged-in-twenty-years-penis of her childhood friend to Gerald’s mature member that she had been manipulating the night before. There was no mistaking the adult penis she had helped to relieve itself that previous night, nor what it was capable of. While her little crush could not even empty his tiny spout cleanly while standing directly over the basin, Gerald could have probably stood more than a foot away without issue. It was clear that the one she had been pining away for was just wholly incapable of peeing as a man should. Before her mind could think of intercourse with the organ or what else it couldn’t do, her mentor’s intervention distracted her.

“My little one, you know better than that. You sit to pee just like the rest of us, my sweet.” Cari said in a hurried but motherly tone as she scooped the little Prince up and sat him on the chamber pot (Somehow dodging any of his errant trickles). For a brief second, Alice saw the firelight dance on the Prince’s urine stream shooting from between his legs over the pot before Cari pushed whatever she could manipulate of his tiny penis down into the vessel. The boys’ odd comments about potties and spray protectors from the start of the day now made much more sense–and were not a jest at all.

As Alice now stared at Weber’s face, his eyes shut tight and his cheeks crimson, Cari’s words from just a second before echoed in her head. “Sit to pee like the rest of us,” her mentor had said sweetly to her ward with the sputtering little penis. Cari had meant it to make Webby feel like he belonged, but in a way, it pointed out how very similar to a girl he was. The tiny pink bauble that decorated his pubic area was the only minute thing that identified him as male. Whereas Gerald’s cock from the night before was unmistakably masculine and commanding, her Prince’s little growth was almost an afterthought–an uncharacteristically “male” flourish on an otherwise androgenous chassis.

“Don’t cry, my sweet. Your nippy is for sitting, remember? You have nothing to be embarrassed about–you still have the biggest peep in this house, okay?” Cari said a little desperately as she saw tears start to stream down her charge’s cheeks. It was obvious to Alice now that her hero had endeavoured to keep the Prince’s peculiar anatomy a secret, and a sense of empathetic panic was coming over the veteran Vorbild. Alice, having her own shortcomings, knew she shouldn’t giggle, but “nippy” was still such a funny name for the appendage between her friend’s legs. It was now obvious to her that it was because his tiny member far more resembled a nipple than any sort of male organ. The titter did catch a wrathful glare from Cari when she heard it, causing Alice to also grasp for some encouraging words.

“I-I couldn’t pee standing up either, my Prin–er my LITTLE brother.” Alice began to say, correcting herself as Weber’s station was still a secret to Vela–although “LITTLE” did make her Prince’s face twist somewhat. As she searched for more words to assuage the royal, she couldn’t help but think she STILL would have made far less of a mess standing to pee than the 22-year-old boy had done. “I made all the little boys at the orphanages and nurseries sit to tinkle. It just makes sense with tiny, little–” Alice started again.

“Anyway, peeing like a girl just makes more sense for you–er, I mean for anyone…” Cari said, trying to steer away from Alice’s comparison. Alice smirked once more at the absurdity of the enormous dick from the night before being made to sit, but luckily, this amusement went unnoticed by her superior.

Webby was, as usual, speechless and beside himself with embarrassment, the words his two protectors doled out proving more condescending than anything else. When he eventually finished emptying his bladder, he was so humiliated he would not let anyone see his tiny “nippy” for the rest of the night, obscuring it with turned hips or outright covering it with a clasped hand. He even protested, raising his arms when Cari tried to put a nightgown on him. She ushered him closer to the fire, so he would finally relax his arms.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, my Princeling.” The red-headed cleric whispered to her 22-year-old ward. “I grew up here, only half a giantess. I was always slighter and behind my peers. I know what it is to feel small. But like me, you and your Princely pee pee will find their footing.” He looked up at Cari as a son to a mother, the slightest bit of relief washing over his melancholy face. She smiled sweetly as she towered over him, taking in both his innocent face and barely visible from this angle genitals. Gently, she lowered the nightgown over his head and arms.

In only a matter of minutes, all had retired to Vela’s enormous bed, Weber and Alice on either side of Cari, their heads resting on her bosom. Cari’s large sister began to snore softly almost immediately, her trilling regular and soothing. The Prince also fell into a slumber quickly, exhausted and still quite unused to so much action compared to his Vorbild comrades.

Alice, on the other hand, lay awake with her head rising and falling on Cari’s heaving breast. Her mentor’s natural breasts only made her think of her own lack of chest development and her old friend’s own shortcomings. Rather than dismissing the royal’s tiny endowment as her mentor had, Alice could not help but keep picturing it. The little pink button appeared whenever she closed her eyes, giving her a strange feeling, although one she had felt very recently. Despite their very different appearances, sizes, and abilities, Alice felt a similar arousal she had felt the night before when she handled the mammoth penis of the man she was caring for. It was obvious to the young Vorbild Sister that the two phalluses were almost different organs altogether. Still, she couldn’t help but want to explore and manipulate Webby’s more–although it was unclear what it could actually DO.

As Alice’s mind finally began to slow down and her face seemed to push more into Cari’s ample tit, her last sleepy thoughts were of her own inadequacies in her body. In spite of how unimpressive her childhood friend’s genitals were, she still worried if he could like her with her very flat chest, lack of curves, and bald vagina. Had anyone a looking glass into Alice’s mind, they would see clearly she still had the same spark of desire for her Prince as before. Even if it was not possible to do the things a woman typically does with a man–she wished to care for–and, yes, pleasure his little “nippy” as best she could. She reached across Cari’s body and clasped Weber’s hand, unable to contain her adoration. The Prince did not wake, but a faint smile came across his face.

Cari, with her two companions resting on her, was trying to sleep when she noticed Alice embrace the Prince’s hand under the covers. While this would normally be a touching display, she had so hoped this recent escapade would have deterred Alice from the vain pursuit of her royal friend. On top of their different statuses in the realms, Alice swore allegiance to the Vorbild Sisterhood, and Weber was betrothed to a Princess in another kingdom. There was just no way someone wasn’t going to get hurt.

“What am I going to do with these kids?” Cari lamented as she lay in the dark, a melancholy feeling reaching her chest. Despite her two companions being adults, she thought of them as silly children now more than ever. She pulled them both close and did her best to postpone her fretting for at least the night.

To Be Continued…?

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